WAITING

The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING

PLAY THROUGH

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

LIGHTS OUT

Night pushed in. Cool air brushed over me. Crickets start. Clouds look cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights start. Empty swings. Windows close. A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard. The last slivers of dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry on the line. Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT

IVORY FINGERS

A gypsy vagabond of notes, refreshing like spring rain, lifted up with the fragrance from warm roads mixed with cut grass, a moment alive with sound from angels as the piano created a language, familiar to itself yet unknowing to many nearby, listening as they would a speech dry from paper, lifeless, missing the fluid … More IVORY FINGERS

GOT NO SHAKE

The piano man got no shake for hurrying those fingers working notes jump walls like thieves stretching long to escape.   Hungry air yields like trees caught in storms tilting hard roulette sound got no stop when spinning into jazz up and out.            

LIFTING OF HANDS

          The piano player snapped into notes of busy, lousy with heavy jive so thick with curtained waves of song folks found to the comfort bended knees like Sunday preaching at the altar lifting hands begging more of the same to wash over flow over send them heaven home where music … More LIFTING OF HANDS

AFTERNOON LIGHT

A force of sun cast yellow splinters past open curtains onto a wooden floor with sharp edges as they slip up the wall like a daydreaming spider. The quiet of the room is loud with silence. A solid red couch holds the room hostage. A grand desk, centered with pride, smoothly carved, decorated with silver; … More AFTERNOON LIGHT

NOTES WITH WINGS

          Notes with wings take flight like dust pushed by the breeze of a horn finding every corner where music brings to life snapping fingers heads bobbing eyes agreeing ears laughing as sounds fill your head like jam on toasted bread Where crumbs fall like notes with wings.       … More NOTES WITH WINGS

DEEP OF DEEP

          People gather on fire escape balconies clapping a beat into night winds as musicians in the street below lure the people closer with sound as the reason to reason spills from a half blood moon releasing rhythm legs to be free as a warm shower of jazz spills into humid … More DEEP OF DEEP

RUE des LOMBARDS

        From the open door I pass daily on the Rue des Lombards lined with lilac bushes, I lean to the sound of a piano; I pause with curious ears.   Athletic fingers prompt the song to spill unwrapped to me, circling like a scarf, holding my thoughts, catching me out of … More RUE des LOMBARDS