There is no creature more powerful than music,
voracious collector of sound and feeder of feeling,
capturing the beast of life with strums of her stringy tongue,
beating down halls with heavy drums of her feet,
reaching through walls with silk sighs of despair,
calming doomed lovers with strokes from her fingers.
She is a word that shakes free of solid silence,
to fall from a pile of crumbling rocks.
She rides miles atop the howl of a crazy blizzard,
to gasp in the ear of a sleeping child.
Her angry wrath trundles, crashes and swipes
through sweaty jungles of head-banging matted hair.
She is a goddess dancing naked in the sun,
every limb swaying with the reach of a ray,
she is in the jarring drill of a pile driver,
each smash of concrete scored to humid heat.
My blood rushes at the scent of her song
I tingle with bliss at her instrumentation
I try to be like her,
but my clumsy body lacks the rhythm in her soul.
My shoulders move so slightly out of time,
my toes tap songs she has already heard.
I asked her “teach me how to live inside the notes,
how to pull them out of me with beauty and grace.”
A lost classic of Greek jazz, this collection of songs threads snakelike melodies through a bubbling cauldron of drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2019