Trumpeting Angel

Trumpeting Angel Hearing the soft jazz trumpet the drum tat, tat, tat, the rhythm of my heart the piano notes vibrate roll and resound in the room with more of his trumpet’s undulating sounds his songs warm and strong rolling down my mind my heart let go of the shadows tightening nerves and fear of pain coating my mind and chest like warmed honey the heart beating gently now to his tunes chanting deep canticle sounds Song of Songs soothing the tears away easing my mind joining a spirit no longer mine into the darkness and distant starlight stretching out to something deep universal and fine.