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All That Jazz

 

The fusion of harmonies

is a question posed

on the nerves of my spine.

 

Mastery of improvisation

threads the audience

into a chained password,

 

time disappears

into an artistry of melody,

forgets knowing my life.

 

A soloist flirts notes

to pattern a platform

painted by rhythm,

 

such melodies expressing

the flair of kite flying

on an improvised string.

 

This music has a soft centre,

melts over a frame of silence,

pours a lesson for ears.

 

The meaning?

Listeners will recognize

poetry of sound.

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Summing It All Up

 

Along the daisy chain

of unfulfilled days

 

we struggle for a light

in home-made darkness,

 

for just a touch

of honest human contact.

 

Life is spent up

unlocking temples,

 

searching for a faith

our desires invented.

 

Time plays the tune

as we dance aspirations.

 

Journey’s end is a song

nobody has yet written.

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Gordon Scapens © 2022