'What shall we talk about today?'

Spin, spin, spin the conversation
into loops and recapitulations.
Cassettes were my sustenance but
a vinyl record spins on the turntable.
Won't you tell me what song is playing right now?
Rests, then
    block chords, then
          swing-swung rhythm.
Then,
unexpected concords.

Where did those blue notes come from?
And colour our red, some supposed red, into
purple?
But jazz has always been unpredictable.

I grew up on the clarity and
gravity
of soft pink time;
pearl-notes to the steady, steady,
steady
beat of a metronome.
But now,
                now?
Syncopation.
My  
      beat
against your
                beat
and we make a violently violet
bossa nova.

Suddenly the classically trained flautist
has time-travelled to her very first lesson.
Because no sound flutters out of the mouthpiece
and her fingers can't keep up.
Swing-swung
            syncopation
and she doesn't know to breathe anymore.
Where did those blue notes come from?

Silence.
Have we reached the final double bar?
The cadence is imperfect,
                                             unresolved.
Listen, a cold snap of instant jazz
knocked us over.
Arms clasped, teeth chat-chat-
                                              chattering.
1,
     2,
3 -
A not-quite waltz.
But jazz has always been unpredictable.

Won't you tell me what song is playing right now?
I think we know what it is but can't figure it out.
And so Cole Porter and Billie Holiday save us
from
     fading out.

'Let's do it, let's fall in-"

I don't want this song to be over.
I don't even know what it's called
but
don't let it end, don't let it,
don't
        don't
don't.

I can't cook but I think
I can make  
                   instant jazz.
And you,
        and you...
You'll write dizzy like
a Coltrane solo.
As you do.
And I'll lay down my flute,
struggle out of my red minuet and
                                               wonder:
Where did those blue notes come from?

But jazz has always been unpredictable.

'What shall we talk about now?'

Can I confess about something I have in my mind?
I am as thankful as blessed that you are considered mine.
I like the way you looked at me and thought "wow",
That is what I will treasure between my deathdate and now.
I am not the prettiest but you make me feel like I am,
I know you are going to be my one and only man.
Your eyes are deep and bright at the same time,
I wonder if I'll ever find a person your kind.
I'm gonna marry you if I can but I promise I will,
I'm going to wait you some day in front of me kneel.
I gave you chocolates because I know that you deserve
Every sweetness that I will always preserve.
I gave you a shirt to know that you are with me,
Whenever and wherever you ever will be.
I made you this poem to let you know what I feel,
To show you love in my words my Achilles' heel.

Sometimes the photos with the least detail, come with the best stories.

We are musical notes
Drifting as waves through the air.
Each of us has a unique rhythm,
A different beat.
We are nothing more than melodies,
Penetrating the ears of those we love.
And your melody is beautiful.
It moves me across the floor
As I dance,
Spinning and pirouetting through voids of happiness.
Your breath is the voice of a bluebird,
Your heart the gentle beating of the drums,
Your ribs the strings of a guitar
And your eyes wilful composers.
You are the song I can't stop singing.

Right now we are a world apart
But there's something I feel,
It resides in my heart.
I can sense you in the summer breeze.
This connection is unstoppable,
I feel you from overseas.
Wish I could be on the next flight.
Give it time, I promise we'll be alright.
I'm here for you, trying to elevate us
to new heights.
I know actions are louder than words,
but right now words are all we have.
I'm just trying to word us right.

The glint of a gold coin discarded and under a hedge.
The unmistakeable ***** and ****** of the shrapnel congregating at the bottom of my pocket.
I can find any combination of currency in a lovely jingle jangle of metallic discs.
The cashier slips me a note and some change on top which spills onto the counter.
A 10 pence piece tries an audacious spinning escape morphing into a ball.
The change rattles again as it all settles at the bottom of my pocket after dropping in the new recruits.
I slide the discoloured crinkled creased five pound note into my leather wallet nicely nestling next to a ten pound note.
I love the  smell of ***** money!

इं 2012 मायथाइनि जोबनो दानाव
आयं मेब्लाया रौमारि
गामिनिफ्राय रुंसारि
जालांबाय।
गोब्राब खानो रोङै बेरामानो
आयंनि थैनायनि जाहोन।
गोबां रां गारनानैबो
दाक्टारनाव नायदोँमोन
नांगौबादि मुलि जादोँमोन।
अजाबो हमदोँमोन रां खरसा
खालामनानै।
नाथाय बाराद्राय हामनो रोङै
बादि जानानै
2012 मायथायाव रुंसारि जालांबाय।
आं दिनै गोसो खांदों आयंखौ
बेयोदि आंखौ उन्दै समाव
बेसे बेयो जंखायोमोन।
बाराद्राय गोसोखांनायनि जाउनावनो
आयं मेब्लानि सावगारि
एरखांना दोननो लानाय
जाबाय।
आयंआ आंनि गामि रौमारिनि
गागिथार सासेमोन।
आं गोसो खांदोँ उन्दैनि
जेब्ला आं उन्दैमोन।
आयंआ आंखौ जंखायोमोन
'मासुमला' होननानै।
(आनै) जान'खि होननाय सासे
रान्दि दंमोन
बिहा सासे फिसाजौ लोगोआव
दंमोन।
आयंआ सम सम लामायाव नुब्ला
आंखौ
'जोँनो नांगौ फ्रेजिलेन फ्रेजिनेन'
होनना बुङोमोन।
बे समाव बर'फोरनि
गोब्राब आलादा हादोद
सोमावसारनि समा
थाद' हांबायमोन।
बेनिनो साया बे जंखायनाय
रावआ।
आनै जान'खिनि फिसाजौआ
प्रेजि मुंनिमोन।
आं नाथाय बे समाव बाराद्राय
रागा जोँफ्लाङोमोन।
एखमबा अन्थाइजोँ खुबैना
होयोमोन।
उन्दै समाव आयंआ
बाराद्रा जंखायोमोन।
बियो बांसिन जंखायोमोन जेब्ला
आं
न'आवनि मोसौखौ गामिनि
साहा थानाय
फोथाराव खानो लामायाव
फैयो होयोमोन।
बे समाव आयंआ लामायाव थाना
जंखायोमोन।
आयंआ थैनाय सानखालि आं
गामियाव गैयामोन।
बे समाव आं बंङाइगामिनि
लजिँआवनो दंमोन।
आयंनि हरखाब रुंसार जानाय
समाव
बिखा खायसिब आं खौरांखौ
मोनदोँमोन।
आरो फारि फारि आयं उन्दै
समाव आंखौ जंखायनाय
रावफोरानो
गोसोआव हरखाब बोहैबोदोँमोन।
सारादु समाव आं सानदोँमोन
आयंआ रौमारिनि बिखानिफ्राय
नैथि रुंसार जानाय सालगुरिनि
फेँखा।
रौमारिनि गाहाय थागिबि।
बेनि सिगाङाव आदै जाथिया
हरखाबै रुंसार जादोँमोन।
सिगांथाराव एम्बु होन्नाय
आं उन्दै समथाराव रुंसार
जादोँमोन।
दा बिनि रौमारियाव रोदा
फेँखा गैलिया।
आनै जान'खियानो बिनि
बिसिमोन होनना बुङो।
बेबो दा रौमारिनिफ्राय
खारलांबाय।
आय' मानसिनि सोलेर!
जिउखौबो हमथा हाया
सोलेरखौबो बेसे गोबाव
अनसायनो
जुदि अबंआ गोसो जायो।
बे समाव आं सान्दोँ-
आयंआ सानफ्रामबो
एसे एसे जौ लोङोमोन।
बियो नाथाय दुगायामोन।
आयंहा मोनसे गोसो दंमोन
बियो गावनि हायाव
मोसौ खाहोआमोन गुबुनखौ।
हाया गोरा जायो होनना
बियो बुङोमोन।
गामिनि अनलायना रायजो
जालायनाय गोजोनै
गावजोँगाव खर' सुंबोलायनाय
बयबो बिहा बिनि
बेयो बिनि मदद नागिरो।
माब्लाबा समाव आयंआ नुस्लाबै
मोसौखौ सोरबा सोरबा
खायोमोन।
नाथाय आयंआ उनाव नुब्ला
मोसौखौ खुन्थिया बुखुना
हगार हरोमोन।
बेयो आयंनि मोनसे
जोबोद गिदिर गोरोन्थिमोन।
जाहोनाव बायदि रोखोम
बाथ्राबो सावराय जायोमोन
सिरि सिरि।
मानोना जोबनाय गैयै अबंनि
सोरजिनायाव
सोरजिजानाय अबंनि फिसा
बयहाबो
थांना थानो
मदद नागिरो, अनसायो
मोन्थाय थायो।
नोँ आं जोँ गासैबो
सासेल' बिफा अबंनिब्ला
जोँहा सुंथालायनायनि गोनांथिया
दं।
मानोना जोँ थांगोन-
फिन सोरबा गोदान फैगोन।
थागिबि रौमारि गामिनि आयंआ
अन्थाव बाथाव बोरायसानि महर
मोनस्लाबैयावनो
हरखाब अबंनि लेँहरनायाव
थांनो गोनां जाबाय सोरगोआव।