A café filled with the sound of rain,
And there he sits, easing the pain.
His fingers dance on black and white,
Turning gloom into a night so bright.
Echoes of his melody, filling the room with a sigh,
A jazz tune under the café sky.
Piano whispers the tales untold,
In his rhythm, our hearts behold.
Echoes of his melody, filling the room with a sigh,
A jazz tune under the café sky.
Piano whispers the tales untold,
In his rhythm, our hearts behold.
Echoes of his melody, filling the room with a sigh,
A jazz tune under the café sky.
Piano whispers the tales untold,
In his rhythm, our hearts behold
our hearts behold