I strained to know the opiate clouds
the mingled sounds imbued
Piano, Drum and Bass embracing
on the stage of my mental wasteland
where only a wind song
staid the mood of my reason.
Yet listening, I found myself
tapping a foot toward Treason
as a counter point of harmonies
began to form a clarity
improvisations of disparity
an alluring appeal
that demanded my audience of one
to steal each mystical moment
of musical imbibe
that allowed the components
of a lonely nocturne in masterful guise
enough room for the truth
of a compromise behind deaf ears.
Until, at last, I began to understand
the vast emotional matrix
of Jazz!