Ambiance of Sound

*I wrote this at a jazz concert that I went to this week.

Ambiance of Sound

As soon as the piano starts jazzing

and the drums begin punching the beat,

their bodies begin to sway.

They are possessed in this way.

Eyes abandon scripts on music sheets

and deep rhythms of soul take over,

pouring out like the currents rushing over a waterfall.

Sounds beckon one, sounds beckon all.

Vibrant expressions of life reverberate as far as sound waves dare to explore-

bouncing off walls, absorbing floors, slipping through cracks in doors,

echoing in the ears of avid listeners.

This music knows no barriers.

Bodies bend like birches in a thunderstorm,

contagious like a virus, waiting for the soulo-

the flow of octaves practiced and mastered in one breath.

All cares beyond the music are put to death.

Energy and funk is what they create,

flowing back and forth to rhythms,

blissful melodic beats moving bodies around.

Everyone gets lost in the ambiance of sound.