Brass Echoes on Bourbon

The rain has kissed the cobblestone,
Where colors bleed and lights have grown.
A lone musician, back turned still,
Lets his tuba bend the will
Of every hush and glowing glance
Into a soulful street romance.

Neon dreams in puddles flare,
Jazz and shadow fill the air.
With every note, the night takes flight—
A melody born of lamplight.
The city listens, hearts in sway,
As brass and blues drift far away.

This piece, alive with rhythm’s spark,
Paints music glowing in the dark.

Color Pencils On Paper | Original Drawing By Mubariz