oh honey, how sweet it is.

LK
making chit chat
is what we were doing last night.
in between the sounds of revelry
we stood there speaking
of our lives,
of our selves.
you put me at ease quickly
and i enjoyed those moments.
looking at your beautiful eyes
melted my heart.
you could have asked me for anything
and it would have been yours
with your words and that gaze.
perhaps some other night
i can look into those eyes once more.


chet
for all your troubles
and there were
many,
many
of them,
you had a sound
as pure
as angels singing.
though perhaps
the devil lived
in your heart.
your struggle
and pain
destroyed your beauty
but that sound remained.
you were a man
who made all too many mistakes
but would always have
that beautiful,
beautiful sound.

this
this has become
more than just a need.
this has gone on to the realm
of a daily function.
no matter
how dull
the day may seem,
there is more to it
than that
just below the surface
into the heart of the matter.
so for that
and many other reasons
i do this now
as often as i do
and would not have it
any other way.

bills evans love theme from spartacus
more impressionistic
than any painting,
more sublime than any joy,
this music
occupies a space
known to but a select few.
to the place where
beauty and truth
remain.