- Aug 8, 2013
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Greeting My People,
Jus' alil' something I'd written years ago ...
Enjoy!
Jazz ...
It’s like … ‘Round Midnight Sensuality
Broad & Strong “it” sings to me;
Through the wind that envelope’s my sanity …
And calls me by my name.
It’s like … cool, crisp, casuality
Notes synchronized into melody
Lifted high, slurring low, with endless longevity
Speaking “Softly” … “Don’t Explain”.
It’s like Southern Trees – Willow Weep For Me
Branches bending Soft & Free;
Nature Boy, dance in harmony
As we venture toward it’s flame!
It’s like Ethiopian nectar soothing a thirst … Oh, soooo ... Tenderly
April In Paris - A “feeling” one can see
Hearing the bass, pressing my Body & Soul effortlessly
After You've Gone … & left me cryin’, throbbing, sighin’ & feelin’ no pain!
Jazz!