A Jazzy Night

Listening to her enchanted voice

he sits there bewildered

with hidden thoughts and actions unspoken.

Tonight, we have the jazz of flerting tunes

and coy, low tunes.

The back of the stage shakes

as energies of harmony pass around

from piano, to drums, to trombone

to bass.

To the old man with his head

shinning like the surface of the sun.

Come in to the room where the city is locked outside,

madness, worries, sadness, noise

all gone.