Jazz

You are my jazz...

        Heard it as a child

The man still trying to sort it out.

Unresolved Beauty

        Notes suspended between wonder and the blues

               Sainthood and Sex

The ache screams out

        Longing given a voice.

No words...none needed

       Groanings that words cannot express

               Just blood and sweat.

God listening to man's heart

        God talking back

Can't be taught

        manufactured

               canned

Not real jazz

        Jazz is felt

               worshipped

               given...


Like you.


Cannot leave unchanged.

Can never forget.


You are my jazz.