The cool jazz hand
Collides with the stringsThe trumpet bellows and lightens
Drums’ hollow sound fill the air
All around the atmosphere is eatable
The taste of music, swimming fish in the glass bowl
Upon the table, we all are entertained
Being fixated with the clairvoyant music
One which tells the future of eternal bliss
If we listen and tune ourselves into the direct flow
Life laid upon the platter, each with their own dish
Tastes colors sound art, mixed together
Washed down with no care but the moment.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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