Just open the mind to a cold night hearing the crackle of logs on fire and being warmed by the fire with soft jazz playing in background.

Let me give you music for the mood along with poetic warmth. 


Flakes of jazz crystal’s 

in dream soft and slight, 

bring meaningful aspect 

to impassive night, 

mind ventures in black space, 

weaving crisp sound prints 

leaving patterns of white 

spiritual lace.