Where trees jazz with wind
to magic of moss
at summernight tarn;
I meet you at midnight
my hands through gold of your hair.
Come swim with me slowly
let lapping of waves on your breast
be music of night,
let’s listen to silver; let’s laugh
with man in moon.
I had to write a second jazz poem for Amaya at DVerse, this time I took the most sold jazz record in Sweden ever. Where Jan Jonasson mixed jazz with traditional Swedish folk Music. I love of the music. Very much jazz and still very Swedish.