See, they don\'t understand
We are the quiet devoted listeners
of the world, the truest pulse feelers
The reasoners
The realest observers
The mute appreciators
of finest art forms
The abstract thinkers
of gentle world views
Life to us, follows a different code
Many we are
yet in their eyes we are few
They don\'t understand
that we are merely paintings
in art\'s chivalry mode, reflections
of life\'s own elusive dreams
and peaceful ideals
They don\'t understand
why nobility is a code
It\'s intrinsic, we know
how sound, more than just notes
to the refined ear
is a sonic travel
on a cosmic voyage
They don\'t understand
how we are constantly lost
in daydreams of soundscapes
light as feathers
to stratospheres, untold
They don\'t understand, why
the pursuit of excellence matters
to us, why
we abhor conflict
They don\'t understand
and they won\'t
They will not understand
silence and solitude
Don\'t expect them to
They are them
and we love them
Jazz child dare not apologize
for we know our kind
when we come across them
It\'s okay for them to not understand
It is more than just ear nectar
It is who we are
Ours, is a love supreme