Imagine yourself as a jazz quartet

You are the piano player
hands gliding across the octaves
testing the notes
feeling for a familiar rhythm
oh, yes, that chord

You are the bassist
plucking the strings
with callused fingers
finding the funk and
pulling it     out of your soul
    That beat will do

You are the saxophonist
musing over
the mouthpiece
    a cascade
            with the keys
here comes the riff
your take,
your vibe

You are the trumpet player
warming the horn
raising the bell
issuing a plaintive call
to the other parts of yourself

a signal to let the set begin.

--Karen Y., Adult