Monday, November 2, 2009

THE COLOR OF JAZZ

Without filters -
Pour the amber of your soul
Inside the tones of
Vibrating colors.

On a stave of reason
Walk your bass scent through
The chamber of eyes -
No posturing for sound is necessary.

You suffer through chord progressions in
Half-truths of poetic imagination.
The color of jazz punctuates
The brass blues of a morning glow.

Fragile -
A piano bends notes along walls
Teasing the ivory tremors
From under a cape of green.
The opal bass throbs.
The pink vocals scream.
The yellow rhythm section explodes!

When the fumes of harmony settle
Color, rhythm and humanity
Converge at song’s end
Blessing the unity of many flavors
Resonating through the echoing symphony of crystal light.

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