Art, Jazz, Music, Poetry, Uncategorized

JAZZ

i can lie
in my head
on the silk
sheets of sound
i’m the sax
metal cold
searched by hands
feeling gold
valves release
sounds escape
improvised
notes on fire
tongue on reed
speak to me
wordlessly
openly
made to dance
ev’ry pore
and my ears
blue notes see
oh the force
of the rush
on the silk
sheets of sound

Poet, Ann Everett

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