Where heartbeats thrive, where melodies sway,
A groove so silky, emotions at play.
In the dance of notes, soft and sincere,
Harmonious rhythms, crystal clear.
Pulsing bassline, a gentle embrace,
Smooth as silk, in a musical space.
Whispers of saxophones, warm and low,
Piano keys under fingertips flow.
Vocals join in, a croon so fine,
Guiding the soul through the melodic line.
In this world of music, where worries fade,
Smooth, soothing vibes, like a serenade.
Let the melodies carry you away,
In their silky embrace, where you'll stay.
Where spirits soar and hearts are alive,
In the groove of vibes, so smooth, we thrive.
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I enjoyed this, we used to have downtown live jazz clubs. NO more