Linda Eve Diamond

Dark night, cool clouds,

jazz band slowly warming up.

 

We don’t expect much—

then light jazz takes a turn

 

turning on the jazz lights

rising up, taking shape

 

as a soothing tonic key opens up

the bridge between sound and sight

 

with bright chromatic harmonies

filled with prismatic possibilities

 

arrangements rearranging

variations taking flight

 

inversions inspiring a sense

of harmonically lit synesthesia

 

chords ascending and turning to gold 

notes twinkling like a string of bulbs

 

all the winds swirling blues into spirals

piano notes scrolling a rolling cloud

 

the drums beating a lively pulse

emoting floating images to life

 

while faint visions of musicians

side-slip into softly lit silhouettes

 

aglow and nearly afloat with the notes

as if striking such a chord they blend

 

and transcend appearing as if they 

were composed by the music.

 

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