Jazz and Poetry

Following my show on Saturday night, I was delighted to receive a most wonderful gift: the following  poem by Harriet Israel and Raphael Kabo.

A big thank you to Harriet and Raphael for what you read below!
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They’ve mingled in
effectively with glasses
topped-up frequently.
A symmetry of faces
gazing spellbound
angled avidly at
rhythm rhyming
dangerous before
the set begins.
 
Fingers trickle expertly
and tickle each piano key
- a consonance of ivory,
with harmonising cutlery
(like tuning forks,
but lyrically) - and
Peter starts to sing.  
 
Now basement boasts
cacophony of darks
and brights chromatically,
past silken sax bowed sexily
to Peter, as he sings.