jazz lilts out the window every day around this time.
as the notes make their escape out of the mystery saxophone player’s apartment into my ears
i can’t help but applaud their diligence and ponder about their age
a college student perfecting his homework? a seasoned professional going through the set list they’ll be playing at a smoky nightclub or bar in the Village?
Practice is something we are all taught at one point or another
but it is only truly harnessed by the impassioned and dedicated individuals who understand its power
Individuality is something we are all born with, something we all run away from eventually discover is the most vital attribute we have.
how hard it is to sometimes grasp that some carry that dedication for status, or things; items that are fleeting and, in the end, inconsequential
for these accolades and things can’t hold you when you cry
dance with you in your joy
or look you in the eye and utter “i’m proud of you”