Verse: Coltrane

There is little in which I believe apart from love, Zen and music. And when it comes to music, there is one name that towers above all others...

Spontaneous
as joy
sheets of sound
sweep through
the room
like rain
effortless expression
rising above
the bedlam
the banal
in an elegant arc
like a diver
the notes beget
notes within notes
and plunge
deep into the heart
of expression
intense and divine
always reaching
this insatiable explorer
of ideas, of feelings
impossible to articulate
a master communicator
a poet, a priest
whose expansive canvas
by turns lyrical and romantic
harrowing and bleating
as if trying to transcend
the limits of sound
of meaning
an indomitable intensity
an urge to achieve
awareness, enlightenment
a peace, however brief
a clarity, a purpose
present and genuine
gone too long
and too soon
what more
is there to say
but, as the man
once said
let the music
speak for itself
and know
A Love Supreme