You've captured that freedom we know when we think no eyes are upon us. This poem is beautifully written! One of my faves from you. Love and Hugs~
Sheila

Exquisite writing, that painting reminds me of one my husband did, his reminded me of a rising sun and so does this...

This is the one "Charlie" recommended I read.
I can see why.
You are molti brilliosa!

Axilea - I see the sky as the sun goes down -red sun blue sky = purple dusk. Light transformed to music expressing the blue mood. The spirit of life is God's instrument.Loved the mixture of light and music. - David

There is more to this than meets the eye. For me, it is reminiscent of letting go of life's hurts [abuses] and moving into a better place.

God bless you. Kathy

Think you are right. Between your photograph and your words I am on a spiritual high and loving it....

Be safe,
Karen

... I once had the privilege of attending a very intimate and private jam session in which Dizzy Gillespie playing. I remember sitting not more than a cocktail table away and listening in amazement. Your poem reminds me of that very special moment in time, allowing me to revisit the magnificence of the man and his music. It was a spiritual experience to witness a master of music making.... and your poem capture that essence....

Wonderfully written...starting with the superb title...

.jeanne.

This is a symphony of words, loved it!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"

A masterwork painted in verse: one doesn't read, but sees--beautiful, Axilea.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

To write like this--sigghhh.

Sounds like Jazz being played sweet and low in an old smokey blues bar...

Fee

Axilea,
You have a rare talent for painting colored symphonies of sound and emotion through the medium of words. This poem might easily be used as a focus of meditation and access to the wondrous magickal regions of our minds. Your spirit is truly a beautiful place and your words shine light into the hidden recesses of all your readers' inner consciousness.

Keith

SSHHHH, can you hear that?.......the slow heartbeat, the hoof beats, and the resounding applause. Very beautiful poem--beautiful accompanying picture. There are so many levels to this poem, and different movements--like in music: colors, masks, sound, action, and then conclusion. My favorite was the "4th movement"--you could say that it moved me. The short, jutting phrases "cut" into the meaning, hacking it to bits; and then it concluded softly--a beautiful, slithering snake, "grooving" through the grass, then khhhisssssss, she eats up the nasty rodent, and "flows" away to gentle strains. It wasn't until the "second movement" that I heard the music, but when I did, it was a gracefull crescendo--(lol) a masterfully orchestrated piece. --Charlie