That piano man. Unlocking keys with his finger. Breaking down doors into the light of song. His head pulses with beat. Shoulders sway like ocean waves bringing the high tide of song to the shoreline of crowds. The sound is a wind he creates. Escaping the bonds of different voices where into one moment … More PLAY THROUGH
HEADING HOME Farewell to day. The heat layered high through dawn, spreading wide over spaces where long shadows formed beyond ancient obstacles burdened into place. Night….finally moved in. People casually scattered. Stars opened their windows onto a black sky. The desert diner closed up; its neon’s splizzed out a last drizzle of … More HEADING HOME
The jazz sweeps the lonesome form me feeding my needs and filling my wants digging into deep and pulling up like an anchor rising from the a dark blue breaking the gold blue surface releasing my pain spinning it like a top faster into fast onto the floor past dancing feet breaking the sound into … More BREAKING SOUND
He belongs to the night people; stories without legs and fast rooms with slow talk. His music is the jazz that drowns out the guilt while overpowering the need for more. His words are like sledgehammers, crushing the crystal while sharp edges rub the skin of your listening. Sleep is an intrusion to … More OVERPARTS
His hand slapped the backside of the bass while busy fingers snapped alive the strings into music words he whispers during dreams. When he’s half way around the world he knows he’s finally half way home. Curtains of clouds guide his direction past empty diners and towns without smiles. He never feels lost when on … More BLACK SHOES
In the jam of the group one note sets the tone, created within smoky circles the sound complete, a tight message of music, fingers pulling the jazz, drums striking up a beat, brushing the day aside, as the horn digs deep, the sax pushes out a raspy scratch and the bass mellows into an undercurrent … More SIDEWAYS
Shadowed images crowd deep into him releasing the engine of his drive; rough breathing scrambles onto walls of dreams where innocence covers sin His jazz is wind. A coursing of multiple gusts turns heads while capturing idle thoughts. He stirs under covers of restless sleep. Nightmares call him by name. A cutting moon … More DREAMS ALIVE
Just let it crash on me heavy like summer rain washing my face beating me like wind over with around twisting my thoughts straight with moving jazz like catching a train that never stops traveling hard with song holding me like lovers eyes winking fat with lust making me stumble drunk with needs and calling … More CARRIED AWAY
An over wind pushed up a black shirt collar; his shoes form a bond with wet sidewalks. His eyes absorb the night, like a hawk searching the land. Lines of street lights step him from one circle to the next, where he slides through shadows with cool his face. The sky broods … More THE GARDEN OF SKIN
A full puff of air filled my sail lifting the need of my soul pushing me with lovers hands into up and over settling into my ears oiling my breathing parts nurturing me with the strength of a rushing train heavy on metal tracks rolling with running blowing steam crazy with sound grabbing the crowd … More CRAZY WITH SOUND
Roger Singer 