Keys and pedals
So mechanical
Make such a symphony
As the evening feels
A saxophone plays
And blue streaks
Cross my eyes
How can I swim
In a sound
The tapping of symbols
I can feel the concentration
In every note
So focused, yet
So effortless
Jazz isn't a horizontal line
It is many
Diagonal lines
The lines travel
So quickly
But they never cross
I know how it feels
To be the breath
Traveling
Through each instrument
Paced
I could stay here
I could feel this way
Until I cease
Consumed
By uniform sound
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