Greeting My People, Jus' alil' something I'd written years ago ... Enjoy! Jazz ... It’s like … ‘Round Midnight SensualityBroad & Strong “it” sings to me;Through the wind that envelope’s my sanity … And calls me by my name. It’s like … cool, crisp, casualityNotes synchronized into melodyLifted high, slurring low, with endless longevitySpeaking “Softly” … “Don’t Explain”. It’s like Southern Trees – Willow Weep For MeBranches bending Soft & Free;Nature Boy, dance in harmonyAs we venture toward it’s flame! It’s like Ethiopian nectar soothing a thirst … Oh, soooo ... TenderlyApril In Paris - A “feeling” one can seeHearing the bass, pressing my Body & Soul effortlesslyAfter You've Gone … & left me cryin’, throbbing, sighin’ & feelin’ no pain! Jazz!