Quarter note staccato sounds, his bass rumbles in the basement beneath the attic of the horns – here we sit, an audience in rapture at this place where mystery abounds – then the woman next to me erupts in applause before the solo's even over, and I find myself following suit, snare drum to her cymbal crash, then others adding in, too, our skin and hands becoming one rolling thunder in a night of wonder ...
and in a shared quiet of a single moment, pause; shut-eye listening
*Haibun poem, remembering a moment from Christian McBride's New Jawn concert at Bombyx Center on March 29, 2023
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/rest-resist-composing-a-haibun-poem/ Visual: https://flic.kr/p/2oqoyFF