I recognize this song
You are singing with me
Though I cannot read the notes
Carefully measured stave bodies
Fluttery flutelike essence
Washes away weariness
In each instant
Of this everlong orchestra
Traveling musicians extraordinaire
Soloists coming and going
Echoing embellishments
Of pure sound
I wonder
Which act are we in now
How long will free beauty continue
Through the evening
I hope
There is enough sustenance
In your bird bellies
To keep belting
This wonderful music
I could dance too
If I wanted
But instead I will sit
And gaze admiringly
With open ears to gauge
How carefully this has been prepared
Not at all
I see now
This is pure jazz
