Piano jazz, dim lit room
And smoke out of the joint
Spiralling towards the window
And
I think I’ll live a turquoise life
Of music and words

Empty park, lonely benches
And loved, desolate couples
Circling beneath fuzzy light
And
I think I’ll live alone, together,
In a midnight rain of winter

The friendly inwardness
And the gripping, grey anxiety
Trailing shadows on walls
And
I think I’ll die a humbled house
In a pinewood forest.

The cherished, buzzed,
Lonely walk home
Leaving true blue and red after-shades
Underneath city lights
And
I think I’ll die a purple rose
In the autumn setting sun.

So I was thinking about the way I am. Fifteen odd minutes later, this came out.
Anyone out there who’d want to create music with a learning guitarist and singer? Idk how to go about it, but I’m looking up, and they say two (or more) is better than one.

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