Soliloquy In The Key Of Jazz

(a note for Joshua - 2001 - 2005)

I.  The Key

he embodies the noblest

of elements, his lyrics as fluid

as niagara falling

in a bountiful spring

with the solidity of stone houses

under temptation’s wing,

swinging to-and-fro

as destiny in his grasp

jitterbugs to his rhythm flutter…

and I gasp –

for he evokes the very essence

of now:  to be one voice, unique in

waters charted, abounded

in echoes’ gush and cerulean shadows

and traditionally sinkable.

so it is rather simple that

in this moment, he inspires

me to freedom.

freedom to be as fluid

as the niagara falling in a bountiful spring.

Freedom in the groove

Beyond destiny’s wing.

II.  Soliloquy

he is the center

of a storm

whose tempest whirls

rampant

on the wings of morning,

in the twilight

of cerulean blue,

into the mauve

of sunset’s dewy blush

upon golden fields

of golden wheat,

golden gentility,

and olden rarities;

golden memory

he is the epitome of lyrical romance;

whose phrases flow

rampant

on the very breathe of Lady Breeze,

in the very hair

of her antiqued peace,

into the den

of tantric jam sessions

upon ol’ melancholy cadenzas

of ol’ melancholy sloes,

tall blues notes

and tall horn blows;

ol’ melancholy soul

he is the stormy lyricist

whose romance flows

rampant

from his bosom,

reminiscent of Coltrane --

call him Joshua

call him jazz:

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke