"Jazz"
Not of voice
nor an
utterance.
Not a coming
into
language,
- but without
words,
primeval,
- communication
nontheless.
Pure melody-
sound
conduit
of emotions
sensual,
visceral
each note
tickling
not only the ear
but permeating
all
which makes us
human.
Instrumental
jazz riffs
the rhythm
smooth
reminiscent
of
reveries,
longing...
spontaneous
joy,
play-
translated
into music.
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