Not from knowledge, not from looks,
Worries melt away and loose
Every string they use to pull,
Turn and charm us.
One may linger at the door, -
Scent of motion comes for all.
Fleeting seconds - chants of God,
Walking plain Earth.
Senses lying not to you,
Steps tempt slowly in the New, -
Courage, sadness, past - in brew,
Bluesed to fragrance.
Filling corners of the soul,
Jazz, like stream, on floor it flows,
From an open book to close,
Pure and ardent.
You'll miss moment when it heals
In the days' enchanted wheel
With a magic spell of swing,
For new After,
When the pulse will matter more,
When becoming single flow, -
Every song is lindy-hop
In this chapter.

February 2025