When the music ends
The lights go on
And everyone slowly leaves
Yet the room is strangely dark
Somehow darker than it was before
When the house lights were dim
And music filled the space
Between the empty glasses
That are now also slowly leaving
White rings on the wood tables
As we hum to ourselves
And dissolve back into the cold night air
If we’d known then
That the music would end
We’d have stayed all night long
Played all night long
And drank the bar dry
Letting the jazz
Lead the revolution
Until they came with lights blazing
To pry the saxophones and drumsticks
From our cold dead hands
And to confiscate our pianos
And abolish this beautiful night
So now we sit in the quiet darkness
Of a bright winter day
Humming sad tunes to ourselves
That we’ll later play softly
On our contraband pianos
Sitting in our empty rooms
With the lights off
Because everyone knows
The piano is just a medicine cabinet
And the music will never end
