How can they do this to me?
Three musicians on the stage,
Clarinet, piano and drums.
They started playing
And it happened,
I was taken away,
Away to the world of jazz.
Swaying, tapping and smiling
All evening long
As the sounds penetrated,
Penetrated my heart and soul.
Where did the time go?
Suddenly it was ended,
The music was no longer there.
I sailed down from my wonder
And landed gently in reality,
Another fine evening of jazz
Had taken me to another place
Where all was beautiful.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2023 01:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Saw the John Hallam Trio last night
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
The magic of music can simply sweep us us into our own little world. Wonderful dear Andy. 💖
It surely can Teddy and has been doing it to me all my life.
Andy
I love jazz....there's just something special about it. Old school...my vibe!! 🪄 ✨️
Thank you Liz. I have been listening to jazz all my life and love virtually every type of jazz.
Andy
“Where all was beautiful” so true.
Nice ✍️
JP
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Andy
The easy flow of this great tune had me swaying side to side in time with the music. Outstanding clarinetist and guitar! You are fortunate indeed to experience it live. Great write dear Andy, thank you for sharing this great passion of yours, can't help but feel the vibes.
Thank you Bella, yes I am indeed fortunate to see them live.
Andy
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