Your band’s playing on a Sunday night,
My mind is boggled. You are in sight,
I can see you at the piano, playing.
Your fingers generate the magic sounds,
But it’s not the tunes of jazz, it’s all about
Your mesmerizing presence. I am waiting
For the audience to leave. It’s frustrating
That you are surrounded by fans today,
‘Cause I’ve waited long for this awesome day,
To be near and alone with you for one jazzy night,
And to tell you of a feeling so precious and bright,
That has long tormented my soul and mind,
I’ll reveal to you my long-lasting love tonight.
Jazzy night
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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