Let the Jazz carry me

There are many times when
I wish the jazz would just carry me away.
Let the music notes snuggle against my arms
and gently
       t
    f
  i
l
me off the ground.
I want to feel lighter than a kite,
than a bird flying alone at midnight.
I want to let the beat do the thinking for me,
the bass line be my blood line,
and melody will hold me.
Love is something I hold dear
and life goes on
when you start playing our song again.
And though the jazz notes groove me
and shake me to the core,
it never seems to be enough to make me fly.