The three of jazz

i’m a tree hanging upside down.
i used to stand the way you people think it’s right…but then you made me taste your silly fright.
it all began. it’s then you gave me fire. there was some light, there was some heat.

it all lies in a distant past now – all except your fire feeding my roots. they carved my friend into a heart-shaped drum and soon there’ll come for me.

it’s your time now,
just close your eyes and reach for me. touch my burned bark.
you should hear the music of a piano – the piano i will become when they will tear me down.

there’s jazz in everyone of us.

tonight, only you can set me free.