Thoughtful Jazz
THOUGHTFUL JAZZ
Here I am, floating in a melodic mist
As if notes descend just to be kissed
Imagination’s gates are now wide open
And waiting expectantly for inspiration
A lone muted trumpet softly emerges
Sensing hope and responding to urges
It reminds me of those days back then
As I hear the low swell of notes again
When young, alone in a darkened room
Experiencing that pleasant wistful gloom
Letting soft modern jazz wash over me
Fingers tapping in time, albeit absently
It is almost a subconscious reflection
This strange, unexpected connection
With these musicians, almost ethereal
In limbo, playing their own material
Like waves lapping on mind’s shore
Causing a strong appetite for more
Sometime, if I were to try and analyse
A structure often difficult to recognise
Music just one step away from entropy
With diminished chords in a minor key
A bass line follows like a limping ghost
And the soft brushes remain centremost
Each track part of a remarkable session
Making such a long lasting impression
All this has transferred inside my head
So many meanings never explicitly said
Each phrase eagerly finding fertile soil
Memory left like an organic counterfoil
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