Gather around and hear the sound
Of sweet jazz trumpeting from my heart.
Melodic riffs of syncopated rhythm drift
Through my veins
As the notes flow from my lips pressed firmly to the mouth piece
Squeezing out flabbergasting sounds
That when funneled through my love come out as  pure magic
Drifting in waves throughout the air and into your soul.
My music is a gift for anyone who lets it in .
My love is a magic that with harmony conducts a symphony
Of sounds and sensations that make it all worthwhile.

Gather around and hear the sound
Of the drums pounding at my heart’s door,
Waking us from our slumber with our feet tapping and fingers snapping.
Tribal beats of percussive melody are a map to our ecstasy;
Grinding our hips and swaying our knees.
Both feet off the ground cause the scene’s got us jumpin’
Pressing out ancestral rhythm that invokes an understanding
That we’re all in this together.
Not by force , but by sheer desire to be connected.
Loving the beat.

Gather around and hear the sound
Of  my bass backing up the shrill melody.
I  you let me go solo, thumbing your strings,
You‘ll feel my music curl your toes
Press through any tension you thought you had
Clearing your mind to the boom in the room.
You’ll remember how grand each heart beat was in the womb.
The original bass beat of your mother’s heart brought back to
Remind us all  to chill and be.

Gather around and hear the sound
Of ten fingers and two feet sendin ebony and ivory to the street .
Melody spanning octaves without mistake, not Blake,
But definitely not a fake
Cause you feel my love.
Pouring out from my fingers
Pressing into your back and
Pushing you on the edge of your seat.
I’m going to keep the melody going
As all the musical elements flow and combine to create
Unforgettable harmonics that’ll have you humming my song
For the next few days…
And wondering why you cant get it out of your mind.
Grinning the whole time!

Gather around and hear the sound
Of my lips pressed the reed.
Like that time in your life when there was “nothing but kissin?”
Being “on fire”
The power “Of lips  touching”
Tounging the notes feeling like
“Sex that no one else can see”
As yo “loose yourself” in the sax.
Belting out expressions of brass sounds smeared with soft reed
Vibrating between my curled in pursed lips.
Loose yourself, disappear in drunkenness
From the chemicals in your body rearranging.
Remixed by the musical power of “Love Supreme”

BD Sat, Jul 13, 2002
8:07 PM

Inspired by Love and Roy Hargrove