Amidst the haze of cigarettes and wine,The silence becomes deafeningly loud,But in the music, I find a sign,A rhythm that speaks to me profound.
I've learned to be myself in this place,Where the smoke and the sound intertwine,A space where I can shed my face,And be one with the music divine.
The notes, a language I understand,As they speak to my soul so deep,And the beat, a pulse to which I stand,A constant motion, a steady creep.
The cheap wine, a taste I've grown to know,And the cigarettes, a familiar scent,But it's the music that steals the show,A companion that never leaves me bent.So, I'll stay in this company alone,With my cigarettes and cheap wine,For in the music, I've found a home,Where my heart and soul intertwine.
