Brass Rings
"Wait to start the music
Draw pictures on the
Wall instead"
I requested
You made your images multidimensional and
Colorful like the worlds outside
Your mind
Sometimes we insist we know something and
Lock ourselves inside for security
Something that isolates us
Tricks us into cartoon land or worse
Still we waited for a visitor the music and time...
Pack up your tenor and let's go eat
We were talking the entire time
Without mention of the statement
You wore like a billboard on your sweatshirt
That day we'd avoided conflict and pretend
I didn't feel the aggression of your proclamation
We practice our faith (or lack of)
According to IQ
Habit and community
And go about it often without regard for
How it breaks hearts or shuts down ideas
We knew we could play music later
For the moment we waited and talked around conflict
Bended around issues that divide us
Issues that dominate our DNA
What we don't understand hurts us constantly
And we wander in a miasma of
Being and believing
Between being lost and enlightenment
Hiding in positivity and joy
Avoiding intimacy
We returned after dinner
To find a brillent sunset pouring through
My west-facing window
You calmly said "I'll play a little bit
Then I'll need to go"
Your chair faced the sun and the
Brass bell of your tenor caught light
And as you played and bobbed
Golden ringlets of light encircled us
Made magic in the space we shared
References that held our dilemma surrounded
Us in three-dimensional golden rings of acoustic surrealism
In echoes from your horn's history and
Song titles which came to mind
Like philosophical equations:
You Don't Know What Love Is
I Want To Talk About You
A Love Supreme
Glad To Be Unhappy
Ballads from dark sides of the soul
Where joy waits like the music waited
Until it was time
Until sunset
To answer questions in intimate detail
Answers exploring the deep of sky and
Misery and ocean
To answer the unsolvable riddles of the universe
With images and music
With words improvised in mid air
Then onto a page...