When the horn sounds the jazz begins Unity rediscovered A crisscross divergence of souls Coltrane steals the birthright of his heritage makes it into music The horn blasts loud and not so pure Life lives between the notes not at the end of the song Painfully hidden tones magically appear dragged out one by one by one breathless gasps of tonal agony Coltrane plays tears of subjugation between notes of joyous rhapsody His horn speaks a thousand languages This axe falls in the wildernessalways heard Coltrane's voice never silenced Life loved but worn hard gritty sandpaper chokes back the beat children's faces disappear in the wind hardcore pavement clogs his shoes with destiny... His horn blasts out elegy, sonnet and love song Coltrane works the tools of musical justice the fire in his lungs burning deep This dragon's roar plays hot and cold running notes Coltrane's solitary life form silhouettes a man playing his life like Jazz
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