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Under the Jazz Moon
(Verse 1)
The room is thick with smoke and whispers.
A trumpet calls from the corner,
its voice cutting through the silence of a thousand untold stories.
The bass hums softly, like a heartbeat,
steady, unwavering, grounding the chaos.
(Chorus)
The jazz moon watches from above,
its glow brushing against the faces of dreamers,
wanderers, and lost lovers.
The music swells, not for applause,
but because it must.
(Verse 2)
The pianist leans into the keys,
his fingers chasing something unseen,
an ache, a memory, or maybe just the night.
The drummer answers in bursts,
a conversation without words,
urgent and fleeting.
(Chorus)
The jazz moon watches from above,
its glow brushing against the faces of dreamers,
wanderers, and lost lovers.
The music swells, not for applause,
but because it must.
(Bridge)
Each note carries the weight of longing,
each pause holds the breath of a broken promise.
In this moment, there is no beginning,
no end, only the now,
the pulse of the unseen.
(Outro)
The room exhales as the final note fades,
leaving behind a fragile quiet,
heavy with the truths spoken in sound.
Under the jazz moon, we all find ourselves,
if only for a moment.