One more it happened,
That smile grew on my face,
As soon as the first notes were played
They sailed into my soul,
And I was in heaven.
The five of them spoke to me,
Spoke to me through their instruments,
And I was lost in their music.
That glorious sound abounded,
Abounded in the room.
I was in ecstasy
Never wanting to come back.
At the end of the evening
They stopped,
But their sound lives on,
Lives on within my heart.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I went to the Jazz club last night and heard a band called Washington Whirligig, they were superb.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine musical write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Just watched the clip all the way through - great stuff and your write does them justice.
Thank you Michael, they were very good, there were over a hundred people at the club and they all enjoyed their music.
Hello, my British poetry writer, and I'd just like to say your poem certainly has a note to it. A good heart I'm sure you have though.
May those notes always touch you heart down there in Aquae Sulis. Thank you Kevin.
THANKS UNCLE ANDY ~ We are both Traditional New Orleans Jazz Freaks and enjoyed every liquid note of Your Video ! It refreshes the Heart & lifts the Soul ! Every Hospital & Care Home should have a Resident Trad JAZZ BAND ~ better than DRUGS. At my Funeral (in 60 years time) I BRIAN want a Trad Jazz Band walking in front of the Horse Drawn Coffin Truck playing "Just a Closer walk with Thee" AMEN !
Im in my Lunch Break and Angela is in the Land of Nod ~ thanks for sharing
Blessings & Love to You & JOYCE ~ A & B 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you Brian. The band played many types of Jazz and were a joy to listen to.
As the Service for my funeral is over and the people are leaving the Church I am going to have Rock around the Clock playing.
Oh, you're in the Ashmolean museums sometimes God, and I'm occasionally in the V&A Museum in London. Got some inspiration for a hymn-poem or two from there - to follow in time.
I have had so much inspiration from the Ashmolean, it is a wonderful place.
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