Heart strings

Soft and sound, the trumpets play, Notes like whispers, softly fade away. Fills the room with laughter, a melody so sweet, Dancing through the shadows, our hearts would meet. Heart strings, playing in the night, Tugging at my soul, holding me tight. The melody goes on, in every tune, In every sunrise, and the silvery moon. Sinatra says "Fly Me to the Moon," A spirit soared with every brass-filled tune. Jazz jazz, a rhythm divine, In the echoes of your music, I still find. Heart strings, playing in the night, Tugging at my soul, holding me tight. The melody goes on, in every tune, In every sunrise, and the silvery moon. Wise men say the heart's melody, Is a timeless song, a soul's decree. In the silence, I hear the serenade, A father’s love will never fade. Quiet days, yet the music plays, In the whispers of the wind, in the sun's warm rays. Grateful moments, the songs we shared, In the harmony of memories, I know you cared. Heart strings, playing in the night, Tugging at my soul, holding me tight. The melody goes on, in every tune, In every sunrise, and the silvery moon. the trumpet plays on, in the skies deep blue, For in every note, I remember you. Heart strings, intertwined, In the rhythm of love, your legacy enshrined.