fingers on the piano

jazz poem 4

fingers of SteveThe bass player’s fingers are doing
A tiny, delightful dance;
Rollicking and frolicking under
The soloing ivories.

fingers on the piano

He knows how to find
The rhythm and pitch that
Blend to perfection;
Interweaving interplay.

Far from the dance of two
Left feet: this is  the  spontaneous
Movement that flows from soul
To soul – his, yours, mine, ours.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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2 thoughts on “jazz poem 4”

    1. Thanks, Susan. And the Deer Head Inn misses you, too! 😉 Let’s plan to listen to some live jazz next time you’re here.

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