In the quiet night, my soul begins to play, Soft saxophone whispers chase my fears away, Every note’s a dream on a rolling endless stream, And jazz flows in me like a never-fading ray. The piano gently speaks with fingers made of air, Drums beat softly like a heart that truly cares, Every shade of sound spreads its wings around, Music is a home for a wandering soul laid bare. I love the breaking sound that shatters silent space, The freedom in the notes, the wind I can embrace, From blues to joyful fire, my heart climbs higher and higher, Music is the pathway to love I can’t replace. Chorus: Jazz runs in my veins like a river made of light, Every note’s a story shining warm and bright, In every tone and hue, I find myself anew, Music is love — and it stays with me in sight. Chorus: Jazz runs in my veins like a river made of light, Every note’s a story shining warm and bright, In every tone and hue, I find myself anew, Music is love — and it stays with me in sight.
