Free jazz is liquid & fire.
It is sheer ecstasy.
It is vital, primal force
As wayward as the wind.
Its wild improvisations
Transcend mundane melody.
It's a longing for the moon
It's a longing for the sea
It's a longing for life's essence
In all its multi - layered radiance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stroke of genius! Thank you, Dominic.