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Hanging on for dear life This body in constant change Has the beauty of the moment Stronger than the waves of pain.
Like an island in the ocean Our love in notes remains Sparkling in the music Tenderness' refrains.
These dreams that feed the mind Sustained in clarity thru the horn The passion of surrender Woven in those songs Throws your image thru my brain cells The best gift that I own: Memory connected to those moments Thru the beauty of these tunes.
A few days, and remembrance Moves thru the tunes. The sorrow when you walked away Transferred into melodies Diffuse the agony With beauty on the sway As saxophones play The language of emotions.
Remembering those sweet days As longings linger While echoes haunt the dreams, For what we traded Ate away at my soul.
Fed only with that music And listening, love stays whole.
Memories pulling at the pleasures Woven thru the days Spent listening to expressions Describing love's sway: Drum become flexible As saxophone is played With smooth flowing passion Reflecting how we lay Wrapped in the other:
Love the only way Opens up the Universe As musicians play Filling all of space with Harmonious display.
As a kid, my mom told me I'd like jazz. I thought she was nuts. Then I went to hear Cannonball Adderley (with Nat Adderley, George Duke, Walter Booker, Roy McCurdy and Airto) and everything changed. Yeah, mom knows best.