Time marches on
Never stopping
Never pausing
There is always enough
yet there never was
and there never will be
Some
have learned to lead
be one or two steps ahead
Some
claim it is a race
claim it to be a foe
swiftly catching up
usually when their bodies no longer obey
when their mental fortitude is no longer formidable
It marches on
being what it was before
being what it will be after
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
We live on the surface of a bubble
inside another
under water and air
under space and time
under being and not
so fleeting is this that we call life
we have forgotten
the moment sound vibrated
speaking it into existence
So limited is our understanding of this we call life
we as a whole fail to comprehend
all life is in transition
nature give example
Form to Light
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
I suppose
If I were better with words
a wordsmith maybe
I could describe the sound
Crafted and carved wood against brass would be like
the first rain
falling upon a parched window
keys once made of ivory and mahogany
sound as footsteps on old and cracked city sidewalk pavement
some mostly young ones dance
avoiding the life persevering through said cracks
respecting
recognizing
seeing
the same youth in the life carving a path for their own roots
as they are told of their own
The older ones
take a moment to be still
to hold a note
to hold their breath
to feel the vibration
enjoy life
until the note has passed
How could one explain the voice of a bass
Maybe
It is the rumble of a trolley
the heft of the slow moving train
the uneasy but understood movement of the subway platform as it is arriving
but has not stopped.
the depth of its pitch causes feet to be ears
one’s chest becomes a resonating chamber
The chirps
The caws
The song of the metal birds
nothing quite like it
Words mimic the notes
vocals mime the tone
but
the horns
they fly
If I were better with words
I could tell you what Jazz sounds like
still
I don’t think I would
The words and melody are already there
for interpretation
for explanation
all I could really do is give you more
No
I wouldnt even if I could tell you about Jazz
instead
id say one word
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
