It would be tedious to depict my love
For jazz, my soul’s melody.
It is my belief that jazz is from above
Created by the gods; pure ecstasy.
Often times I receive confused looks
When I confess my love affair,
They often argue that jazz is ancient as the books
I have a theory that jazz is beautifully rare.
How can one not appreciate
The dulcet chords from the guitar,
The rhythm that the drums orchestrate,
Musical poetry that can easily be enjoyed from a far.
I could never lie to myself; my infatuation with jazz is quixotic
My ardent passion for this music is simply, and eloquently cathartic.