Jazz Is

Jazz Is As the ocean to the shore; always touching, but the ebb and flow keep a mystery alive between the two. The universe expands like the lungs of a newborn, gasping for air for the first time. From nowhere it began and is now indefinitely in motion. To know the theory gifts a sense of security, but to feel the rhythm in your bones is to be free. His fingers play sadness and it creeps under her skin as if it were her own. No single note makes it so, but she knows him now. I’ve been seen, says the moon to the sun. I’ve been felt, says the sun to the earth. I’ve been, and will be — the music whispers into the air as it’s waves float eternally into the ethos.