Midnight in Montmartre
[Verse 1]
The café lights hum a lazy tune,
As my cigarette burns holes in the moon.
You left your scarf ‘round my lonely glass—
Now the wine tastes of shadows and past.
[Verse 2]
The saxophone weeps in D-flat minor,
A language we spoke, but now you ignore.
Our dance was a flicker, brief as a match,
Left with the scent of your rain-kissed patchouli...
[Bridge] (Instrumental Piano Solo)
[Imagine: Walking bassline, brushed snare, and a trumpet sighing through the smoke.]
[Outro]
So I’ll sit where the ivy climbs the wall,
And let the night rewrite it all.
Montmartre keeps our secrets well—
Folded in jazz… and the ache of farewell.
Genre: Classic Jazz Ballad
© Lydia Psaradelli 2025
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