Lyric

Indigo shade, watching the city lights fade

The plans I made, in the quiet of the glade

Ink on the sleeve, in the stories I believe

Hard to leave, the magic that the shadows weave

The pen is a needle, dancing on the vinyl night

Turning the darkness into something bright and right

Deep in the blue, finding a rhythm that's true

A fresh view, on the world I never knew

Tracing the line, where the stars and sun align

A sacred sign, making every moment mine

The paper is thirsty, drinking every word I spill

Standing so steady, in the morning’s quiet chill

Oh, let the ink and indigo flow

To the places where the secret rhythms go

With every beat, the spirit’s taking flight

Woven in the blue, and the coming of the light

It’s a lyrical bloom, in a morning room

The Jazz is the ink, chasing all the gloom

Silence is cold, but the melody is bold

Truth be told, I’m breaking every mold

Stains on my hand, like a map of a foreign land

Understand, I’m building what the soul has planned

The sky is a canvas, melting into amber gold

A story of fire, in a heart that’s never old

Ink in the veins, washing out the daily pains

Rising from the blue, breaking all the heavy chains

Higher than the spire, light the inner fire

Sunrise flow is the only desire!

Oh, let the ink and indigo flow

To the places where the secret rhythms go

With every beat, the spirit’s taking flight

Woven in the blue, and the coming of the light

It’s a rhythmic bloom, in a quiet room

The Jazz is the ink, chasing all the gloom

Fading in the ray, the indigo turns to day

Lost in the rhythm, in a soulful way

Just the ink and the rays

Loving these golden days