I lay in bed listening to My Funny Valentine. The soft tremble of the trumpet filled my ears And I forgot, in that instant, what it was to be sad. I drifted away from worry and consciousness With an undying desire to be loved without risk of regret.
I let the bass pound in my head like a heartbeat Tuning my soul to a melody of tranquility. I closed my eyes and pictured the sound With waves of light undulating in the darkness Of my mind as a pathway to the new day ahead.
I drifted to sleep to the sounds of Django and Chet Letting go of the things I always hold too tightly. And as the piano tickled my ears in my last cognizant moments I remember why I put on the music in the first place And with one seed of thought it was over.