You've got me listening to jazz at midnight, you wonderfully sad old soul
You've got me sitting outside in moonlight, it's like I'd lost all control
Not one thing in this world even felt right, your death had hit me like a black hole
Sucking in all my joy and light, I no longer felt whole
But each time I think of your fight, your struggle for every breath
I can't help but just sigh and write, in my writing you won't know death
You live on in every single word, your longevity knows no depth
For as long as my words remain heard, you'll always have one breath left
And that's why I cannot be deferred, my writing must live on
So that your soul can be transferred, whether it's a story, poem, or song
The lines of death and life are blurred, they rarely ever get along
And I know it's all absurd, but in my poetry is where you belong
Every night you'd listen to sullen blues, I think it reflected in the day
You showed all your differing hues, depending on what that bebop had to say
You had an inner jazz that oozed, into our lives in every way
You were satchmo when you'd choose, sending a smile that could give color to gray
You were Sinatra to amuse, you would always make us smile
Your inner jazz never failed to enthuse, I haven't felt it in a while
So now I'm listening to saxophone in Cimmerian shade, evoking memories of you
I'm hearing a harmonious piano serenade, while listening to each word's loving coo
They're the sweetest sounds ever made, being played from my point of view
Each note cutting my soul like a blade, a blood red dagger out of the blue
This melancholy music has a hold on me, and yet is my release
It's simultaneously captured me, but somehow set me free
And I wouldn't want it any other way, it helps me honor you
It inspires me to keep you alive, and that's all I want to do
So thank you for giving me this, jazz at dreary half light
I am eternally grateful, for your Jazz At Midnight