When the city sleeps and the shadows sway, I find my peace in the notes I play. The world may break and time may bend, But jazz remains—my truest friend. Like rain on glass or a lover’s breath, It drifts through pain, it dances with death. Each trembling chord, each brush on skin, Calls out the soul I keep within. Jazz is my life, my breath, my skin, It holds me close when storms begin. From dusk till dawn, through joy and ache, Each note I live, each line I make. The trumpet moans like a distant cry, The upright bass keeps time from flying by. A snare’s soft whisper, a brushed hi-hat, Tells stories of where broken hearts sat. In smoky bars or quiet rooms, It flowers in the bluest blooms. A lonely sax sings skies of blue, And somehow, makes them feel brand new. Oh jazz, my refuge, my sacred flame, You call me gently, you know my name. You wrap me soft in velvet sound, Where pain dissolves and dreams are found. And when the world turns cold and gray, Jazz leads me back a brighter way. Like mother's hum or starlit grace, It brings me home to a safer place. Jazz is where I breathe, where I cry and smile, In every bar, every beat, I live a while. So play that tune, don’t let it fade— In jazz, I heal. In jazz, I stay.
