Blue Piano – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

In the Jazz Cafe, the air is thick with smoke,

A sweet smell of whiskey and blues fills the room.

I sit and watch the pianist play,

His fingers dancing on the keys like flames.

His music wraps around me like a warm embrace,

As I become lost in the rhythms of the night.

The notes swirl and dance, painting a picture,

Of a time long gone, of love and loss and pain.

I can feel the music in my bones,

As it carries me away to another place.

The sound fills my head, buzzing like a bee,

As I imagine myself painting the scene before me.

The blues pianist sings with a voice like velvet,

Telling stories of heartbreak and despair.

His words cut through the smoky air,

Like a knife through butter, leaving me breathless.

I watch him with reverence, as he pours his soul,

Into every note he plays, every word he sings.

And as the night draws to a close,

I leave the Jazz Cafe, my mind still buzzing.

For I have been transported to another time,

And I have seen and heard things beyond words.

The blues pianist and his music will stay with me,

Forever imprinted on my heart and in my art.