There is no moon tonight...
But the nearby lake was lit as if there was a full moon...
The light was so sweet and bright...
As if the whole solar system planets were moons...
All of this because two beautiful eyes filled the air with sweetness and brightness..
Lucky Lake...
Legend says locals changed the lake's name to Moon Lake...
For everyone will remember that day...
Your eyes have the brightness and sweetness of a thousand stars...
That is why they are my galaxy and my universe...

This morning my soul was jumping in one leg...
For I knew I would see you...
Now my heart is jumping...
Out of happiness...
For I saw you this morning...
My heart will always rejoice at good things happening to you...
My heart will jump in your presence...
And the bright of your eyes...
The sound of your laughter...
But it will also shrink when you're sad...
My heart seems to follow the rhythm in your eyes...
When they're bright... it jumps
When they're gloomy.. it shrinks...
I wish for a life where my heart will jump all the time...

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...