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