The trumpet’s lament, a sigh in the low, Carries your laughter, a tender, sweet flow. The brushes on snare, a rhythm so deep, Are secrets we whispered while others would sleep. A phantom percussion, so real, yet unseen, On stages of dreams, where we've always been.
The piano keys weep, a bittersweet tune, Reflecting your gaze beneath the pale moon. Each chord a memory, a touch, a soft kiss, A phantom embrace that my longing can't miss. The world softly slumbers, in shadows it lies, But my soul still dances beneath the night skies, To the silent, shared symphony, just you and I. A love song eternal, that never will die.
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