Lifting waves of hands like vines circling, weave tapestries of surrender and praise for the beginning of a start or the end of long suffering. The message of hands provides comfort and rest, a blanket of protection, safety without words. An open and willing heart provides the opportunity for God to … More NEW BEGINNINGS
He begged the horn to breathe strong for him, to tell a story of pain in love, and love with pain His fingers danced on flat pearl keys spinning jazzy notes like the earth rolling through space. Pure gold sounds flowed richly as he taught the notes to fly into welcome air. … More INSIDE THE HORN
That black 33 1/3 circled the life of song spinning it out in round of rounds dark shiny onyx like Alabama nights pushed a sound of scratch and horns and bass with drums forming a jumpy beat as the man on ivories jams the air choking out a new sound … More CLEOPATRA’S OIL
The air had an aroma of mischief, unshaven faces, sweaty collars, dancers and players all fashioned under a darkness, rising in song, raising with voices the chance of a gathering on red dirt roads where magnolias steal the senses and whispers rule the night while fingers become the language under stars without names and in … More MISCHIEF
Under the bough of a great tree with eyes closed I see through the curtains of my eyelids gray black shadows like lightening flashing above me. Winds full of beauty form a chorus between leaves with praise unleashed, applauded by angels. I am clay, named though not forgotten, secured and planted, protected and watered, encouraged … More A WHISPER
Walk to me the songs crawling silently like cats at night stalking the dark with eyes piercing deep into me. Tie my thoughts with the strings of a righteous bass preaching sternly to my ears the message of jazz. Help me snap my fingers free like running legs of children against the wind, never … More TEACH ME THE JAZZ
River edge at the yawning of the delta, I hear cottonwoods rattle voices like people, low by campfires scraping washboards and snapping strings; soft footed fast picking thieves run with shadows. Beating drums stretch the skin of messages released under wide blue free skies of music calling. Red dusty roads rise up stormy jazzy … More DELTA JAZZ
Long live that blue 54 Chevy with dots for tails and fancy chrome door handles that slipped your smile back to you with a welcome reflection into a long cushy fat blue pin stripped seat with snappy springs where kids bounced while music played of summer warm and windows were full down letting … More THAT 54 CHEVY
Voices from a stream, then a river swirl around me, fashioning a sound in the place where I stand. Words of all sizes comb over me, pulling open the cords on the vision I see. There in the silence, like a window opening and a sky without limit, I lean to the quiet … More CALLING ME
The pain of his soul welled up thick in his eyes, spilling into glistening lines onto his black cheeks. Piano keys drowned under his fingers while his feet lifted then dropped onto pedals shiny and smooth. His face tilted to the throne of heaven as shoulders swayed with the walk of jazz, speaking … More LISTENING TO ANGELS
Roger Singer 