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Just when notes touched deep, new places flow easily. Fluid soul of Miles.
There was the sound of many things. Small child leaping at butterflies, wet shoes, smiling, dirty face. Leaping with toads amid flowers in fields. Laughter. The city beyond. Bitter/sweet dancing with sweaty, black faces. Red lights to run, red lights to fun. Agony flowing from sweet, horny sound. Melting into dance. Dancing in fields of clover. Boy in shorts. He and she skipped home. Even sneaked a kiss behind the tree. There's a man in the house searching for another: Welfare Blues. On the street, no matter. Shining gray silk skin, slim legs. Tonight's the night to BALL y'all! While dreams passed through his small sleeping head of great home-runs and fifty-yard dashes. Ups and downs, bitter/sweet horn music. Young and old honey/pepper alto. Intent fingers running, releasing deep tales of the centuries within Ornette.
Bebop my baby, song of life learnt. Dance now, that's how: Bird's in town.
Bye Bye Blackbird
Bent over in your profile, Always taking us on some wonderful journey Somewhere in your fantastic groove, No one doubts you're miles ahead.
You always will be poetry. Nuff said.
Like a song from the first bird Singing bright songs through ages Clear, shrill calls Flying from the heart-nest of Eric.
The sound that penetrates deeper than opened vessels. Your name lingers with eternal possibilities. I still listen. LOVE, GRATITUDE, COGNITION Play on Mr. Trane.