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.