Piano, upright bass, drums and trumpet. A classic jazz quartet. A small room and a table with an intimate view of the pianist's hands. Me. You. A complete surprise and delight in the middle of an already lovely day. How am I so lucky?
They played a few standards, some inspired originals. I got lost in some of those pieces. Some took me away, all took me to you.
I would have said thank you thank you thank you, do you know what this really means to me, the passing of music between us, the easy, perfect weight of your arm around my shoulder, are you really here with me, here and now, and as you say, how is that possible. But there was no room for words in that moment, no moment for words in that room, and even though you have trouble believing in things, I know you felt this too, know this to be true.
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while i may often ask "is this really possible?" - the question itself is so fantastic for what it asks of. And yes, i know this to be true, in all the right places.
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