BREATHING THE JAZZ

His fingers

owned the strings

releasing freely

treasures

slipping to earth.

Notes competing

with stars

lighted dark skies

like Christmas

every night.

His head snapped

to the beats

bursting in air

then settled slow

into soft.

Sweat channeled

long with drips

from his passion

as he breathed out

the jazz.


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