With her sweet deep pulsating rhythms
I'd been swimming in a dry sea of
monotony, a forgotten sea
Sunlight ceased to hearken me
Breezes mere breaths of apathy
The tunes of birds didn't hint to me
I had forgotten jazz

How many days had it been?
Days void of poetry
Spent spinning relentlessly and purposelessly
Purging my mind of thoughts
Leaving all to naught
Forgot
I had forgotten jazz

A fog had settled
Quiet muffling cloud
Cool, damp, muggy, dead fog
My mind a bog
Lifeless log
Still I sat trying to spark something from nothing
And I had nothing to start from
I had forgotten jazz

But a whisper of mercy, a remnant of grace
Seeped into my radio
A passing flow
An ebb below
Bumped my mind
Nudged my elbow and said,
"Hi."
The whisper, the sigh
The walk of a bass line
And suddenly new life
Had sprung into mine
As if a dormant seed got just what it needed
To split through the earth
And rise to be greeted
By sky, rain, and light
To bear seeds to take flight
And dance in the wind
And be living again
This my soul
This soul of mine
That needed the music
To be in its prime
I remember
I breathe again
I am free again
Now I can dance
Ah! Now I'm alive
Again I have jazz