I knew once the intoxicating taste of jazz so sweet on a humid august afternoon ever so briefly the moment crescendos... where do you go? in that moment before breath dawns into the breaking of a sound so beautiful bounding down a roadway racing with angels I'll never pretend to understand where do you go in that moment when you close your eyes so briefly as your face reveals the vision that you put into your music so where do you go? on towards the path that is your destiny... music is so predictable after this much of human history nothing is original it's all soul related each stanza a forgotten memory You're nothing new just a reconstructed version 4.0 of something done once before then why is it that the melody of you strikes a chord in me? maybe we were once combined together in a prelude... Red Sails in the Sunset I know this is goodbye the taste of passion is erased from my memory replaced by a word and an image of you destiny led me to you once if the fates so desire we shall meet again still I can taste that lingering jazz...
The Mill. Baldwin-Wallace College.