Certain songs I cannot sing, conceived to cry, melodic intervals, melancholic chasms, lyrics left unsung like spoken word, life's celebration cut short, the foolishness of what we feel, fragile undying compulsion to love perchance to exist, finally Just when the fun is starting, comes the time for parting... cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: Bill Evans
Did Mozart ever play anything Gershwinesque, even inadvertently? Did the bustle of Vienna inspire blue rhapsodies? His fantasias maybe touched the future he tinkering with the altered chords, lost in unfamiliar cadence and harmonic progression led to wonder as he wandered the keyboard exploratorily foretelling big machines in cities moving, the cosmopolitan sway of its denizens the light of eyes, the sadness in hearts Salieri's specter cc: Chagall 2021
She asked if I would please come down from the parade,
home from the water where hope flows slower than time,
back to where it all began to all begin, to be all in
one final moment momentarily lapsed. And each passing
day is a cedilla underscoring existence like LaFaro’s
thick bass one summer under Evans at the Vanguard.
Apart from all living things, everyone is fine,
at least that’s what they tell me. I get lost in my
search and then look for a way to return to the search
above me; sky is potentially below so to fall is to fly.
© Chagall ∞
This past election day
I voted neither red nor blue
but instead prayed for
the rebirth of the cool, for
Nefertiti, and in my own silent way
cast my write-in vote for
Sir Miles Dewey Davis III,
with John Coltrane and Bill Evans
as VP and Sec of State, respectively.
© Chagall 2017
Great partners listen
play to the others silence
where harmony lives
© Chagall 2013
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