First I heard Stan playing
‘one note’ with samba beat

in conjunction with
machiado, whip cream,

a chorus of shopping  murmurs
hello names … espresso pastries,

jive talk and solitary people
seeking dreams within
themselves …

When Diz joined in
i heard those

afro cuban rhythms and
lost notes grown along

the tree rings of
his later
career …

(So sad to hear those mighty
bellows gone
slack … )

Then came Horace’s silver notes
those repeating overtones

simple and
sweet

You’d think a  child
could make them until

you find yourself
floating through space

in singularity
with his

beat …

How grand to hear
such musical thought
pay tribute to one
so revered …

His

“Song To My Father” …

“… if there was ever a man who was generous, gracious and good  …
it was my dad …..
the man ….. ‘’

Ahhhhhhhh ….. !

I wish i’d have felt that sweet

adoration …

Our common denominator
in that relationship
we have with

Life …

and

Love …

The bond we all
hope for …

The place that
we all
seek …

The melody we hold so dear …

Through Horace
”the silver man” …

I share more paternal love
than i ever thought
possible …

Song For My Father written played so beautifully by
jazz pianist Horace Silver

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