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
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
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 