Ray's Blues

Gliding softly, surgical, through ivory

and ebony keys – brown sugar bourbon

lacquers a raspy hum. Kisses of honey

rum wade under cobalt blues, seditious

whines of groveling brass.

Pandemonic bliss rests beneath breaths

of the benevolent wisps suspended

in euphoria. Choirs of agony wept their

lamentations, bronze glistening.

Sable rapture trembled from the palm

of silence, an empty, studded chalice.

Thundering elixir frothed and quaked,

gratefully drowning – melancholy melted

sacrilegious ears and still, Ray played.