My Jazz

Let these instruments be an extension of my soul whether it be trumpet, a keyboard or piano let them play what my mind and heart hold inside. I have so much to say, but sometimes words cannot do justice and in my instruments I find my joy and another voice my jazz: colorful, honest and … Continue reading My Jazz


My Kind of Blues

I heard her play the saxophone outside the jazz club oblivious to her surroundings she seemed focused only on her music I felt captivated and enraptured by her blues I wondered what kind of life she lived to play such music that was soft and kind yet penetrated my soul  

Rhythm and Blues

  He, too, sings the Rhythm and Blues The brother with the clarinet clasping in his lips Untold melodies, and spirituals Flowing from the crater of his incensed soul Sounds emanating from his instrument That of joy, pain and sorrow Singing the blues of Yesterday to Virgin ears of today. ¬† She, too, sings the … Continue reading Rhythm and Blues