Imagine yourself as a jazz quartet

You are the piano player
hands gliding across the octaves
testing the notes
feeling for a familiar rhythm
    white,
    black,
    white
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
creating
    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