Sand Blown Poet Free verse

Isolation Music

the voice of jazz is as...
a projection of being...

as instruments sounding...
conversations with masters...

of old classics...
historic compositions...

being resounded once more...
endlessly and different now...

as the blossoming of seasons...
that vary year to year...

so too the jazz people...
share the oldt composers ear andt...

write some of their best music in...
a remote cottage during plague times...

like these when music replaced what...
was tavern companionship in those days...

stan sand

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Panagiota Romios June 30, 2020 at 12:58 PM Jazz freak here....I loved going to clubs. I met Erroll Garner in College. He had a free concerrt in the student union. Many years later I ended up at a small party for Duke Ellington in SF. Music helps me write Poetry. This poem goes into my Favs, dude! Panagiota xx

Paul Callus June 28, 2020 at 5:21 AM Very well expressed, Stan. Music can be such a wonderful companion, especially in times of need. I'm fortunate that I like most fields of music, and enjoy according to moods. ~ Regards // paul Sand Blown June 28, 2020 at 11:01 AM thanks paul….music is a constant, an escape from the life of 'the self' in a tangle of a world; it is a manifestation of the idea that throughout history there does come a day when everything (cofcof… reality!?) makes perfect sense....stan sand

Andrea Dietrich June 27, 2020 at 4:24 PM This is very nice! Jazz is such a unique music form Sand Blown June 27, 2020 at 8:57 PM you-tube has some great 10 hour 'smooth quiet calming relaxation reading sleep study' links.... piano is a favorite.....stan sand

Anisha Dutta June 26, 2020 at 11:25 PM Nice Composition. I admire. Love Sand Blown June 27, 2020 at 12:31 PM thanks...andt...love 'your' music.....stan sand

Eve Roper June 25, 2020 at 10:51 PM how was companionship in those times? nicely composed, Stan. Thank you for reading my verse. Eve Sand Blown June 26, 2020 at 12:12 AM the village tavern was the thing...but in plague times the stench of bodies drove the rich to their cottages …...easy listening jazz makes these long day go by... have a nice one...….stan