Jazz is a beat that climbs
offerred in notes that rhyme
with all the stars.
Glittering, except for the sun and moon
they sing
higher
and higher!;
Sometimes, the music makes me cry
sometimes I sigh. Its sad
To think that I might lose
the love that we've had
You know it wasn't bad
for two...
Love is a beat that climbs
offerred in souls that rhyme
Like Jazz . . .