I feel a breeze
of notes tap my
rhythmic fingers
driving my feet
to walk a dance.
Leaves twist
when sounds reach
into boughs
of green
where jazz passes by.
My head rocks
in gentle rolls
like piano keys
full of cool beats
and brushing winds.
My heels slide
the sidewalks
like snare brushes talking
in vibrations pulsing
and snapping fingers.
Ain’t never stopping
the sounds
making me smile
bringing me tunes
living in my head.
Roger Singer 