Jazz Sonnet

The slow phrasings of one of Miles' children leads me to believe that there are niches that each can fill like a band of brethren. One carves a melody, one sows the riches of an under beat, another comps the chords and changes, one waits his turn and reflects and reacts. All move together, no lords here, a community that respects talent and covers the failings of each. No community, we all flail about finding the niche that we think we should reach. With no context to move, we move with doubt, each one intent on proving that each one's talent or skill should lead the march.