An epitaph for a jazz
scholar:
Riffs are invocations,
Odes direct to soul,
Brief improvisations,
Each a perfect whole.
Rhythms subtly shift
The syncopated rhymes,
Grace the complex gift
Of this, my own sweet times.
Let me be their chronicler,
Days of seers and signs.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Runnin
Partner. By Aaron Lieberman. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit:
AI.
To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/riffsa.html. For more epitaphs, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/epitaphs.html .
