It was Miles Davis who came and visited
the tristesse of a room
in summer
maybe in august, maybe in july

and he entered the space with something called the „all blues“
and he didn’t talk
he just lived something
that people call jazz

why do they
call it so ?
nice
music
that implements itself to your dna

and moves would change
and voices would transform
and everything you hear is a melody now

and maybe then you understand
why life is just a short prelude
to a masterwork
too big for eyes to see
that’s why them close from time to time
while listening to something they call something
and it’s unbelievable that before
they even just called it music