A smooth symphony enters my ears.My grin widens again. It is time.I muster conviction without fear.To make a bold move, in hopes it'll be fine. Sublime, my perception of her is.Infatuation is the secret word.The keys that are played are bliss.My fear is the toot of the wrong chord so I throw in a red herring.But The sax is mezzoforteI keep playing my crescendo.In hopes … [Read more...] about Jazz, By: Jordan Eze