Why is it that love lingers When the actual disintegrated So long ago? Each evening Agonizing beauty flows thru tunes Reminding me of your fingers Weaving thru the instruments The passions of the mind In an alien language astounding In the harmony of the flow.
And as I sit here listening I conjure up your image: Tho the actual denied to know, The essence daily flows ---
Sirius, how love holds.
STILL PLAYING CLEAR
Words used to make a noise If only in the mind, a form To describe the multiplicity In the actual that surrounds, And somewhere in that maze The sounds that bring you home Are woven in the music.
Such beauty in the saxophone Pulsating thru the atmosphere In harmonic description of A passion that we shared Way back in the last millennium Still playing clear Fills me with hope our merging One day will appear Tho what we have as memory Becomes alive with every note I hear.
Walked in heavy rain Skipped a meeting, then caught In family insanity again While plans are made To contact other poets Almost as a sacrifice Just to ease the pressure Building in my brain.
An old theme, played over and over again Listening to funky tunes. Rich mellow descriptions Conjure up your image, Passion pouring thru the horn --- You have invaded my home.
For every time I hear those notes Big sections of the brain Flash images of our merging And an inner joy regained Flows thru the music Easing all the pain.
I love jazz because it is in my blood. It is the only original American art form. It is sacred. The greatest musicians are jazz artists.
I was first exposed to jazz in 1961 listening to my father's records of Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn, Count Basie, Nat King Cole, Ben Webster, Coleman Hawkins, Lester Young.
I met Sonny Stitt, Wayne Shorter, Branford Marsalis, Joey Calderazzo, Michael Brecker, Cannonball Adderley, Walter Booker, Dave Liebman, Joe Lovano, George Benson, Mike
Stern, Stanley Turrentine, Billy Harper, Skip Hadden, Charlie Haden.
The best show I ever attended was Joe Lovano with Soundprints at the Wexner Center in Columbus Ohio in 2014.
The first jazz record I bought was Miles Smiles.