BLUE NOTE
So it seems that god himself; had taught you how to play the guitar.; He gave you the tone, the song, the rhythm; So you'll be a star; I adore creating music too; The way I'm playing it with you; And I know; Improvization is happiness; Yes, It's solitude; I confess; playing through those last few verses; Your last round in closing phase; The entire city lost their senses; You're the song, the sky, the jazz; Fly with your song all over the city; Sing for the people; It is sunset the poem's ending; Open your eyes, it's time for landing; 