About the work
Lyrics: A murmur in the night
When the lights go down, and the city sleeps,
There's a murmur that’s not the river or the seas.
It doesn’t make a sound, yet you can feel it there,
On the skin of those who can’t find rest anywhere.
It’s a whisper soft, but it burns so bright,
Like something lights up far away tonight.
And it comes back to us with gifts and news,
Like that old friend bringing the past in hues.
And in that murmur, hear the piano play,
Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay.
The band joins in, a dixieland delight,
A song forgotten, yet it feels so right.
Born from the river, from the slaves’ deep pain,
From far-off cities, through the thick terrain.
A melody that pulses, resonates and flows,
As if it’s always been, from the highs to lows.
And in that murmur, hear the piano play,
Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay.
The band joins in, a dixieland delight,
A song forgotten, yet it feels so right.
Whispers in the night, dancing on the skin,
Echoes of the past, where the dreams begin.
Copyright registered declarations
Consolidated inscription:
Copyright infringement notifications:
0
Contact
Consolidated inscription:
Copyright infringement notifications:
0
Contact
Consolidated inscription:
Copyright infringement notifications:
0
Contact
Notify irregularities in this registration
AI Availability Declaration
AI systems will only be able to access the work with prior agreement
Creativity declaration
AI tools have been used in the following phases and %
|
AI |
Human |
| Concept and vision of the work |
|
| Creative direction |
|
| Production |
|
Print work information
Work information
Title A murmur in the night
Lyrics: A murmur in the night
When the lights go down, and the city sleeps,
There's a murmur that’s not the river or the seas.
It doesn’t make a sound, yet you can feel it there,
On the skin of those who can’t find rest anywhere.
It’s a whisper soft, but it burns so bright,
Like something lights up far away tonight.
And it comes back to us with gifts and news,
Like that old friend bringing the past in hues.
And in that murmur, hear the piano play,
Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay.
The band joins in, a dixieland delight,
A song forgotten, yet it feels so right.
Born from the river, from the slaves’ deep pain,
From far-off cities, through the thick terrain.
A melody that pulses, resonates and flows,
As if it’s always been, from the highs to lows.
And in that murmur, hear the piano play,
Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay.
The band joins in, a dixieland delight,
A song forgotten, yet it feels so right.
Whispers in the night, dancing on the skin,
Echoes of the past, where the dreams begin.
Work type Music
Tags dixie jazz song with lyrics
-------------------------
Registry info in Safe Creative
Identifier 2511073612376
Entry date Nov 7, 2025, 12:52 AM UTC
License All rights reserved
-------------------------
Copyright registered declarations
Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Oscar Ortega. Date Nov 7, 2025.
Information available at https://www.safecreative.org/work/2511073612376-a-murmur-in-the-night
/
Registration: 2511073612376
