We Listen to Jazz While I Sketch – San Francisco

I love going to Yoshi’s with my son.

We listen to jazz while I sketch.

The piano player begins. Look at

the line of that piano. How tall

the string bass is! The bass player’s

fine line fingers work the strings

into peppermint strokes.

Drums join in

changing direction.

Sounds play off each other.

Yellow daffodils become

a thundering herd of mustangs.

Heads bob. Feet tap.

Loose ink glides over paper.

Wrapped in the rhythm of the moment

I’m in there dancing

in between

inside,

outside.

Fresh silver stars stretch out.

A meadow of blossoms folds over into peach.

The music textures down

to sunset tones.

The set is over.

But I sat down only a moment ago.