I jump whenever I hear your voice...
And I jump on one leg whenever I see you...
But tonight...
It is my soul jumping on one leg...
As I know I will see you tomorrow...
Happiness is feeling our soul jumping on one leg...
Out of pure joy for those we care about...

The notes flow from the Sax...
As if chasing the Bass...
Or Dancing to the Piano Keys...
Or flirting with the Clarinet...
It is a riot out there...
A carnival of rhythm and music...
A non-stop celebration...
For Jazz is not a way living...
It is pure art...

I want to cry...
But I can't...
My eyes are dry...
Perhaps I cried too much for you...
But my soul...
My soul is a complete waterfall now...
If you could see it...
You would be surprised at how much a soul can cry...
What a paradox..
My soul is crying...
But I still love you...
Perhaps that is why it is crying...

Days become sunnier and brighter whenever I hear your voice...
Even a gloomy day becomes a summer day...
And a summer day becomes a carnival...
That is the magic of your voice...
If the melody of your voice can make days brighter and happier...
Then your voice must be the voice of the sun...
You are a woman with the eyes of the moon...
And the voice of the sun...
...And the smile of a rose petal...

I saw your eyes today...
Eyes that inspire poetry...
And I want to write poetry for them...
But I  can't...
I seem to be under the spell of their beauty...
I am mesmerized...
It's as if all poetry in the universe can't describe them...
For they're magic...
A true paradox...

I miss your eyes like I miss the wind...
I miss your laughter and smile like I miss the rain...
I miss your company and kisses like I miss the moon and the sun...

I just miss you...
You just can't imagine how much...

A day has 1440 minutes...
And I always said a minute of your voice would make me happy for a week...
But I never thought the day would come when you would just talk to me for 7 minutes...
And that after I pretty much begged you to let me call you...
Those 7 minutes showed me what I really mean to you...
I keep thinking of you for 1440 minutes a day...
I just don't know why...
I think the clock on my wall cares more about me than you do...