{lamism}
Tuesday night jazz jam.
Out on a limb, exposed
Renewing, reviving my past.
On stage,
notes fighting for priority
in a queue of time.
Attempting musicality.
So little time,
no judges, still
being judged.
Striving for expression,
bring back what was.
Seems smoother now,
aged perhaps,
less angry and bitter.
Off stage,
congratulations,
questions, background,
numbers given
and received.
Old friends found,
laughter, optimism.
Like old times,
but not.
Appreciation of what was.
{/lamism}
Posted by Oorgo at May 19, 2004 04:09 PM