flight of the butterfly, rising free
Touched by the breezes
And the words of teachings shared
Sweet moments of art
Angels cry out, glorious song
Restoring hope that once was gone
Overwhelming sounds of love
Connecting all to source above
Strolling on the fresh beams of starshine
Rhythmic refractions synchronize with the next
Beat of the touching hearts
Sharing a listening
to the room filled in the
syncopated beats
(lost harmonies found again)
Writhing on the rising strands
No superfluous beats
No unintended chords
No notes lost
Flowing from player
to hearer
Beneath any known explanation
Jazz is alive
The music comes to life
Jazz is life