Coltrane

I am quite taken with the sultriness from the Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy brassiness of my horizons a solid structure forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone unspeakable melodies hindered just so under the balanced keys behind the piano mans harmony and then the butterflies dance again as he kisses this instrument I'm quite taken again the sound lingers over the snow capped mountains after being blindly sent out from beneath bales of hay where southern hospitality seems to whisper please stay awhile an yet my brown eyes began to sink into the night sky as stars shoot out across the darkness lights seems to fade dem and glow as John Coltrane finishes the show