that they call Jazz . . .

that they call Jazz

i wanted to feel the vibe
and i wanted to feel you
so i let myself go
and got into the flow
and i became the scribe

my magic flows from my pen
and i share this word with you
let us purge all self doubt
let our voices flow out
like a river from our well within

for our music must be heard
the world needs the poetry of you
we can no longer be coy
for we must teach them our joy
as we let our souls speak the word

bring us my brother to bliss
let us have the best of you
to thyself be thee true
in all that you do
and give life the gift of your soulful kiss

that they call jazz


© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.