Under the glow of a blue moon’s light,
Jazz whispers through the night.
Saxophone sighs, a sultry tone,
In the rhythm of the night, we're not alone.

Brush strokes on a snare, soft and slow,
Carrying the tune where night shadows go.
Piano chords lay down a velvet bed,
Where melodies and memories softly tread.

The clock ticks to a syncopated beat,
In the dimly lit club where glances meet.
Every note a secret shared,
In the blue moon's glow, nothing spared.

The bass walks gently, a steady thread,
Weaving through the whispers that the night has shed.
A trumpet mutes its brassy call,
Under the blue moon, it surrenders all.

Cymbals shimmer like stars in the sky,
Flickering softly as the night drifts by.
A solo takes flight, notes rising clear,
In the embrace of the moon, we draw near.

The world outside fades to a distant hum,
In the blue moon’s whispers, we succumb.
Every chord a caress, every riff a kiss,
In this jazz-filled moment, find your bliss.

So let the night hold, let the saxophone sing,
Under a blue moon, let your heart take wing.
The whispers of jazz, so soft, so near,
In the shadow of the moon, let go your fear.

Blue Moon Whispers

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