Echoes of the Game
In a dimly lit corner of the room, where music plays
Sits a gambler with a tale, from the olden days
His hands hold cards but his heart beats tunes
Each shuffle, a beat, under neon moons
Echoes of the game, in every note that plays
Strings vibrate like dice, in these lyrical frays
From jazz to blues, his fortune sways
Music and cards, his life’s displays
Across the felt table, where legends are made
Chips stack rhythms, in this serenade
Each bet, a chord struck in a song
In the heart of the casino, where nights grow long
Strumming on a guitar, a royal flush in sight
Melodies rise like hopes, in the casino’s light
Every loss and win, a story to compose
A soundtrack of life, in highs and lows
Echoes of the game, in every note that plays
Piano keys lay down the odds, in mysterious ways
Jazz solos whisper of a risky play
Where music meets chance, the gambler stays
Listen closely, you can hear the sound
Of spinning reels and emotions unbound
The gambler’s tune, a blend of fate and skill
In every pause, a silent thrill
So here’s to the gambler, with his deck of dreams
Playing life’s soundtrack, in musical streams
In the symphony of chance, where he finds his call
Between the beats and bets, he stands tall