Jazz
I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ
The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.
O what you do.
You,
named JAZZ
As I rouse everyday to harmonious sounds.
Melodies of synthesizers playing, sotto voce, with Caribbean tinkling drums in the back
round.
The speech of angels they say, basks in my head,
as I take in the symphonic aftermath of every lyrical word you've ever said.
Its all about you baby,
named JAZZ
A conscious need to grasp the soulful nature of your exemplary existence.
I find myself in lifes conservatory alone,
mindful of the studies orchestrated deep within.
Rhythms and beats, adagio and bold
Playing every note by ear as our souls overload.
Do you really know what you do?
Yeah you,
named JAZZ
Got me studying Musicology,
when it should be Phraseology.
Got me humming to a melody,
while paraphrasing unintelligently.
Cacology!
Thats poor pronunciation, if you don't understand.
Damn I'm still bouncing to the compositions of this mellifluent man.
I'm an astute sister, perceptive and wise.
Unmistakably creative in every word I devise.
But I lose control,
over you,
named JAZZ
Our hearts conveying beats per measure,
as they bridge between the gaps.
An opus of pure euphonic ecstasy
An arrangement of choral taps.
Can you see what I mean?
Incomprehensible I know.
But in this melodic finale.
His musical score steals the show.
A thrilling communion, with a primitive soul,
Fusion
between me
and you
named JAZZ
So now the tale has been told.
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