Growling, grumbling rags moving

and cutting the swelling storm,

conquering high rising majestic winds

on its restless cadenza.

Sharp ricochets of rolling rolls

touching into deep crypts;

temptation here is mistress.

Ricochets, echoing, speaking

with fiery tongues, casting spells

in cryptic languages and then,
 

with no sign at all,

suddenly lifting

in softness of cherishing vibrations

moving towards vulnerable desire,

waves delicately rocking in their dreambeds.

On lightness of warm thin contemplation

tones of life bear wonder with them,

to finally flowaway and rest in me.

("The Michael Brecker Jazz-Quartet" - Saxophone, Bass, Piano & Drums.
Dr. Anton Philips Concert Hall - The Hague 24-10-1998  - outside stormy weather)

© Ewoud Willem van Doorn

Note: earlier published in Dutch in the collected poetry works Sporen” ("Traces"),
DichtersGroep (PoetryGroup) 1999, Woerden, The Netherlands.