Poem 608 – Just Four Notes

Those dusky notes invoke
The confident style of artists
Playing with casual swagger.

In black and white and blue
These pioneers in rhythm
Charted paths as one.

Dancing in defiance
Improvising in flight
And finding voice for souls.

A week of rehearsing a little bit at a time, I’m finding I can more consistently get the notes I’ve learnt and even play a few tunes. Even with my beginner’s squealing, the sax instantly invokes the sound of jazz. I’m going to love this journey!
(27.06.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Jens Thekkeveettil on Unsplash

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