Sax and Satin

In the shadowed streets where the whispers grow,
The saxophone sighs, where the moonlight flows.
A hint of mystery lingers in the air,
With every note, a tale we dare.

The piano speaks in murmurs soft and still,
Echoes of the past, a chill that will and thrill.
Each languid rhythm, like footsteps on stone,
Stirring memories of nights alone.

Sax and satin, in the city’s veins,
Where dreams unwind and heartache remains.
Melancholy whispers through evening’s breeze,
In this jazz of shadows and secret keys.

The night unfolds with intrigue and grace,
In a smoky bar, you can lose your place.
Eyes meet in silence, a game of wits,
In this jazz, every word, every note, it fits.

Nostalgia wraps around in a tender embrace,
Pulls you back to another time, another place.
Slow rhythms weave a tapestry so tight,
Of urban tales in the haunting night.

Sax and satin, in the city’s veins,
Where dreams unwind and heartache remains.
Melancholy whispers through evening’s breeze,
In this jazz of shadows and secret keys.