Mellow Spaces

The music begins, then the singing I close my eyes, and even my ears smile inhale.. humongous exhale, arms raise to the heavens then my hands pose, lingering in jazz dancer's style My mind begins to fly Or perhaps as I glimpse the shadows going by it's actually birds, yes birds fast forwarding to the rhythm flying past majestic leafy trees beneath a dusky sky Then the speed slows from 78 rpm to 33 and a third my body relaxes a bit more while I sway becoming hypnotized to each note to each word The clouds are outlined in smoke a gentle breeze blows against my face dancers appear, adorned in loosely draped gray chiffon enchanted by the music, they swirl with finesse and grace The wind picks up, so much so, that now, I'm flying the shadowy scene about me is racing it's as though I'm soaring through a vortex unfettered, perhaps it's a virtual paradise that I'm facing Feeling mellow with this Byrd's band flickers in and out, the notes float and transcend the song finishes but the music doesn't, not yet I pen this piece as I peace out, so the music doesn't really end... Inspiration: Places & Spaces by Donald Byrd 2/4/16