Yet again it happened!
Where did the time go?
We sat at the table,
Drinks in front of us,
Chatting and waiting,
And then it happened.
Six old codgers
Walked on the stage.
Piano, bass and drums,
Trombone, trumpet and reeds,
Been playing together for forty years.
They started playing
And it happened,
It took me to another place,
A place where jazz was.
Jazz was in their heart and soul,
And came into mine.
There sound was mind blowing
As they played and sung.
The time just shot by,
All during that time
There was a smile on my face,
My feet and hands were tapping,
Tapping the beat.
Was I in heaven?
This is what music does,
What music does to me.
All types of music
Takes me to that place,
That place where music lives,
Where music has lived in me,
Lived in me for all my life,
For all my long music filled life.
So much music,
So little time.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2023 01:23
- Comment from author about the poem: What a jazz group!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold. Are we codgers, you and I?!
Thanks Orchi.
Yes we are old codgers.
Andy
How old are we?! lol.
Reflecting on musical memories. Lovely Andy.
So true Teddy, thank you.
Andy
I too have always love many types of music and lately have expanded my like for other types I have never considered before. I have always loved jaz and the blues due to their improvization. Loved the music you put in and the poem was great.
Thank you soren, music is there for us all no matter what type it is.
Andy
'So much music,
So little time.'
No truer words, ever inked
a delightful ode to music, Andy
thank you!
Mu absolute pleasure Mek, thank you.
Andy
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