Starlight on soft clarinet.
Moonlight on jazz solo.
Empty auditorium
Even more empty stomach.
Your black painted nails
In daffodils on the fresh looking lawn,
Beat to the tambourine.
Jazzist smiles his sunglasses smile
And blows his smirk into riffing saxophone
Exploding into blues chords
Floating, like smoke,
Filling our lungs inwardly.
And you look up at me,
Blades of grass in your hair,
And you laugh.
And that's how i know you're still breathing.