The saxophone sounds In the smoky dance hall club Music turns back time
Cadence
Irresistible sound Hums along With perfect pitch The tone consumes And I feel it All the way to my heart -Kel Dayheart
A Different Sort of Music
I'm no musician I have no rhythm But I know What I like And I like Your voice More than Any music -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #47
She sang "I sing for you" in clear sadness without wings. After the last chord came crashing down, she drove herself into her own oblivion.
Old School Sound
Saxophone sound soundly Within these clubs walls Jazz smoke sells well Piano keys swing With pounding hands Dance floor grooving -Kel Dayheart
Into the Void
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Fast Lane Life
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Night Out
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Mixed Melodies
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Fragment of a Figment 