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.