A lone piano plays a midnight tune,
Soft notes rising like a crescent moon.
Strings weep softly, their whispers in flight,
In shadows' dance, a promise of light.
An old blues guitar with a rusty soul,
Speaks of sorrow but makes the heart whole.
Jazz echoes through alleys in the rain,
Each note a respite from silent pain.
A haunting violin, it starts to weep,
Tells of dreams lost in the deep of sleep.
A saxophone cries out in the night,
Offering solace, a beacon's light.
When spirits sag and the world's askew,
These sounds pull me back to something true.
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gray0328 (
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Comments1
This was music to the ears. I love music of all types but particularly the blues. I could hear it play with this piece so nicely written.
Thanks Soren, I also appreciate the blues and classical music, it calms my soul
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