A single spotlight, a shadow on the stage,
His fingers tell a story, from the heart, not the page
In the café's embrace, where the outside fades away,
He serenades the night, until the break of day
The jazzman's serenade, a melody so pure,
With each piano note, he offers a cure
In this café, under the spell of his tune,
We find solace, beneath the jazz moon
The jazzman's serenade, a melody so pure,
With each piano note, he offers a cure
In this café, under
We find solace, beneath the jazz moon