In a Coffee-House

Music measures four dimensions and speaks to one who has quietly relieved his tensions appreciating jazz. The heroes who abandoned thrones search for rhythms in the dark and, lost among the undertones, beauty is a wandering spark. Moaning from her rigid lips to get what she deserves, monotonous, the drummer grips the trigger in her nerves. With acoustics seeking shelter, she's seen too much too soon, and a melody could melt her but jazz abstracts the tune.