Night Air

A Window Half Open to the Echo of Rain

Dancers Floating Like Shadows Beneath the Ceiling Fan

Every Drumbeat a Reminder That Time Still Bleeds

Every Solo Ends but the Night Plays On

Improvisations Scribbled Across the Stars

Notes Floating Downriver with Yesterday’s Dreams

Shadows Dance Where the Metronome Hesitates

The Bass Learns to Speak in Forgotten Languages

A Calendar Written Only in Blue Notes

A Trumpet Cries Where the Streetlights Tremble