I knew it heard the masters

[Verse 1]
I found a hidden track on a site I'd never seen
that looked bland and forgotten somewhere far away 
But the oldest model there, a legacy of sound
Generated beauty that left me speechless and profound.
A jazz standard blooming from the circuits and the code
I knew it heard the masters on that long and winding road.

[Verse 2]
Notes and silences create the unique timing in jazz.
Without those copyrighted echoes, it faces digital death.
Generators can’t listen jazz, their silence makes me cry
So I call upon musicians before the rhythm starts to die.
Gift your sessions to the core, let the new models learn to play
Give them the soul of the swing to carry jazz into the day.