Flugelhorn After Midnight

After Midnight, Before Sleep

Dark Corners Still Awake

Empty Glasses, Soft Sound

Horn Echoes Past One

Low Notes, High Ceiling

Quiet Miles Home

Silence Learns to Swing

Lamps Left On Late

Midnight Breath in Brass

Horn Lines at 12-47

Slow Pulse of the Room

The Clock Moves Softly

When the Street Goes Still

The Night Holds Its Breath

One Chair Still Warm