Sounds of the trembling saxophone
The trumpet at it's side
Piano in the background
A drummer, nimble, sly
Notes that flirt with darkness
Freedom in the soul
Fluttering not flattering
Playing with control
A game of love and hatred
Of giving and the take
Tunes strung tight together
Individuals that make
When done there is the silence
Before the thunder clash
Admired recognition
People, this is jazz