Speak the language of music

jazz painting

Paint me a picture my dearest

Not with words but the music

Of your soul, speak to me

In the language of rag time blues.

Tap me quick on the ebonies

And ivories of nostalgia’s piano.


Then, lock my breath in yours

And blow me like your horn

Or your Tenor saxophone.

Jazz me up, jazz me down

Spin me all around.


Then with gentle strumming

Lull me sweetly to sleep.