Music To Lift the Spirits

 

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.