They came onto the stage,
These three renowned musicians,
And they played,
They played with absolute brilliance,
Their instruments part of their life,
Part of their being.
They had been playing for many, many years,
Their interpretation of jazz was superb,
Superb to most;
But for me something was missing,
The spark that most bands strike in me
Was not there.
Perhaps in age their spark had gone,
The spark they must have had,
Many years ago.
I left the venue feeling sad,
The glory of jazz escaped me this night,
Perhaps they were playing by rote,
And this saddened me.
The evening for me,
Was jazz without sparkle.