[untitled]

hear the sax cry

then listen to her voice

listen as they sync almost perfectly

watch as the high hat shines with her bright brown hair

look at her eyes then realize that they match the tone of the piano's melody

she is what i want but what i can only hear

she is the beauty in jazz my only real love

her lips whisper in the wind in the tone of a sax

her mocha skin touches the microphone

her words stain my heart

with joy

i've found my passion

just listen and find yours

 

 

 

peace and love

Jazzy kid