UNDER THE SPELL

The hand

of jazz

leads me like

a river pushing water

slowly to

the sea.

 

Sounds with

soothing hands tug hard

like strong

twisted rope pulling me

wide awake.

 

Each and every

time the music washes

over me with thirsty licks

I fall deep

under the spell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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