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Carved in Rock
Massive waves of ice surround
An island in the sea
Where an ancient passion carved in rock
Is coming alive for me.
You turned my way and heard me say
Love lingers in the tunes
So played a song to taunt me
With the dream's etched burn
That places us together.
Ah! Still, I yearn
To connect with the actual
Feel you in my bones
As I listen to sax and horn,
Rich melodies which surround
With a warmth and passion
Remembering how we'd joined.
The Aesthetics of Sound
Deeply buried in those tunes
The memories of our love renewed
Listening to the methods used
That wove you in my brain
And those feelings remain the same
As sax and horn surround me
With joy at the recall
When I listened to you play.
Amazing creation of expression
In a universal language
That invades even my dreams.
Wanting to know it again:
When you flood me with those sounds
It's like travelling thru the galaxies
Feasting on your energy
As our bodies become bound
To one another in a transfer
Thru the aesthetics of sound.
Conjured Image
Frozen in by wind's icy blasting
This inner battle infects the world!
So seek release thru music
Turn turmoil into tune
Where the blood flows rhythmically
While the memory of our passion burns.
The priceless sound of merging feelings
Flowing thru my soul, ah! yearning
To experience your glow, listening
To a transcript of the transfer whole
Pulsing with rhythm thru my soul
As I dream, mental video become actual
Yin/yang what love holds
Flashing before the conjured image Those feelings becoming real.
Our Exchange
Hard to believe the gift of dreams
Could take on form, igniting beams
That pull you close to me
If only thru the jazz theme
Of let go, let it flow with passion:
There's a beauty in love's show
That follows me into dreams.
Caught even in the shadows
The image of our merging
Imprinted on the brain cells
Glows when the sax blows
The freedom of expressed feelings
Taking form, to atone for
The loss of our exchange
With the beauty of rich tunes.
The Promise of Fusion
Ice frozen on the window's inside
Describes the binding
That keeps us still in contact
Thru the flow of rich sounds
As sax talks with the piano
The tale of love found
In a unique language
Transcending space, race, time
For it's always in the present
And I feel you invade my mind
With the promise of fusion
Woven in complex tunes
That activate the yearning
Simply to return.