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.