Jazz Orpheus - Poem by Daniel Brick
Bring your silver flute
to the crossroads
where the living haunt the dead,
Jazz Orpheus, and play a dozen riffs
on the standards
'Bringing back the Dead' and
'Making the Dogs Howl in Harmony.'
Look in every direction
before you play,
you're free to turn
in a complete circle.
The young woman with the sad eyes
standing under the willow tree
will guide you across every threshold
and she will place in your hands
cool fruits which grow sweeter
with every song you play.
Play your highest notes
in all the tempos you know,
play your softest tones
with absolute breath control.
When you are ready,
when music and courage
swell your being, descend
and play soulfully in the Underworld.
Make a pact with Persephone
to release the truest lovers
for your truest song.. Then ascend
Mount Parnassus, when the light
is brightest, join the celestial musicians,
and play a solo for the Muses's Dance of
Harmony. When Apollo arrives with his lyre
and perfect song, bow to his majesty
and promise to spread his glory over the Earth.
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