Beauty Is A Rare Thing

When I listen to jazz, I see an endless beautiful night, winking

When I listen to jazz, I hear hope

When I listen to jazz, I feel as if I am listening to the greatest human music, unhidden, unexpurgated

When I listen to jazz, I hear the soul thinking

When I listen to jazz, I feel as if we haven’t been entirely defeated

When I listen to jazz, I hear goodness overflowing

When I listen to jazz, I am astonished

When I listen to jazz, I hear humanity scrawling beauty on the walls of its dingy, earthly cell

When I listen to jazz, I am at peace

When I listen to jazz, I hear voices, intelligent, reasonable, clever

When I listen to jazz, I hear metal and breath, softening and strengthening each other

When I listen to jazz, my heart comes to a natural conclusion

When I listen to jazz, the air is sweet

When I listen to jazz, I hear drums banging on the doors of heaven

When I listen to jazz, I say hello to people that I’ll never meet

When I listen to jazz, I am not afraid of death

When I listen to jazz, I hear amateur love

When I listen to jazz, my arms are outstretched and I weep

When I listen to jazz, I apologize

When I listen to jazz, I hear a blessing

When I listen to jazz, I am traveling in an honest world