His icy hand reaches toward me
Capturing my spirit
Taking my breath away
Rendering me immobile

I fight with all I have
But it's not enough
I fall deeper and deeper
My life merely a series of lucid dreams
Until my hero Marches in
and Springs me

Jazz is freedom
Each note finding its own space
Winding its way into my soul
Melting away my blues
Replacing them sounds created on the fly
Fusing together my broken pieces
As I bop and bebop along
Free