The sun sinks low, the time flows still,
A hazy glow rolls ‘cross the hill.
The clock ticks soft, a gentle sweep,
Lost in the quiet, memories deep.
Beneath the moon, the world unwinds,
A fleeting dance, like sands of time.
Chords hum low beneath night’s veil,
A wistful tune, a heartfelt tale.
In the whispers of the air,
Threads of longing everywhere.
Caught in moments passing by,
Ghosts of love and dreams gone by.
The vinyl spins, its crackles weave,
A song of dusk we can’t retrieve.
Drum beats pulse, a steady heart,
Binding the pieces, each a part.
The saxophone cries, tender and true,
In shades of gold, a midnight hue.
Keys cascade in a sleepy trance,
Echoes linger, a timeless dance.
In the whispers of the air,
Threads of longing everywhere.
Caught in moments passing by,
Ghosts of love and dreams gone by.
The sun sinks low, the time flows still,
A hazy glow rolls ‘cross the hill.
The clock ticks soft, a gentle sweep,
Lost in the quiet, memories deep.
Beneath the moon, the world unwinds,
A fleeting dance, like sands of time.
Chords hum low beneath night’s veil,
A wistful tune, a heartfelt tale.
In the whispers of the air,
Threads of longing everywhere.
Caught in moments passing by,
Ghosts of love and dreams gone by.
The vinyl spins, its crackles weave,
A song of dusk we can’t retrieve.
Drum beats pulse, a steady heart,
Binding the pieces, each a part.
The saxophone cries, tender and true,
In shades of gold, a midnight hue.
Keys cascade in a sleepy trance,
Echoes linger, a timeless dance.
In the whispers of the air,
Threads of longing everywhere.
Caught in moments passing by,
Ghosts of love and dreams gone by.