Once more it happened,
That grin came to me
As the first notes flowed.
This man with his instrument,
He played notes of such power,
Notes of such gentleness,
That I was in his world,
His world of Jazz.
Within moments
The evening had gone,
As time became non-existent,
The man with his clarinet
Took me to the place,
The place where time had disappeared,
All I had was the memory,
The memory of the sounds,
The sounds that glorified my soul
And took me to a better world.