Entering the room, you'd notice
the faces are young hopefuls,
or old amateurs.
Each know a handful of material,
and are desperate to play
the entirety of it.
Eager to play jazz.
Frantic cacophony
in sweet harmony,
confidence and innocence
as common bedfellow.
What they lack in form,
meter, and style
they fill with a pain
hidden under confidence.
Innocence.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Entering the room, you'd notice
the faces are young hopefuls,
or old amateurs.
Each know a handful of material,
and are desperate to play
the entirety of it.
Eager to play jazz.
Frantic cacophony
in sweet harmony,
confidence and innocence
as common bedfellow.
What they lack in form,
meter, and style
they fill with a pain
hidden under confidence.
Innocence.
