Whispering the Blues

The moon's hung low, like a secret untold,

A silver dime in the velvet fold.

The night hums soft, the air stands still,

I’m chasing shadows, against my will.

Oh, whisper me the blues, so soft, so sly,

Tell me the truth, but don't tell me why.

The ache is sweet, like an old refrain,

Whisper me the blues, and sing my pain.

The clock ticks slow, with a crooked grin,

Time's a gambler, and it never lets you win.

The whiskey warms, but it don’t console,

It fills my glass, but it empties my soul.

Love's a tune, oh, a bittersweet sting,

A melody lost on a broken string.

Oh, whisper me the blues, so soft, so sly,

Tell me the truth, but don't tell me why.

The ache is sweet, like an old refrain,

Whisper me the blues, and sing my pain.

The shadows dance in the corner's glow,

Partners in crime, where the lost hearts go.

The saxophone cries, it knows the game,

It plays for love, but love never came.