It Had to Be Jazz

The moonlit streets, they start to hum,
A rhythm beats, the night’s become,
A velvet breeze, a smoky chance,
Caught in the sway of a jazz romance.
A trumpet sighs, the bass takes hold,
A story told, both new and old.
The spirit soars, the heart takes flight,
As saxophones ignite the night.
Oh, it had to be jazz, the melody divine,
Sliding through the notes, like aged red wine.
The world fades away in a blissful haze,
When the jazzman plays, my heart obeys.
The keys, they dance in velvet tones,
Their whispers cradle aching bones.
A clarinet’s sweet weeping call,
I’m lost within its endless thrall.
The clock’s unwinding, time sits still,
Each note unfolds a soulful thrill.
In candlelight, we tap our shoes,
To jazz, the cure for endless blues.
Oh, it had to be jazz, the melody divine,
Sliding through the notes, like aged red wine.
The world fades away in a blissful haze,
When the jazzman plays, my heart obeys.