Jazz is Coltrane, Miles and Parker.
A prisoner of the mind when the patterns play and when the creation is not working out.
Sound and its silent spaces make music sing.
Time passes with or without a beat.
A phone meets the listener, because the player makes a call that rings.
Bring the quarrelsome quintet into the chamber.
The blast echoes with Bings and bangs.
Spirits fly high and low.
Work for balance and enjoy the show.