Stars withdrawing from the night sky.
Buffeting winds blowing the heart open.
Old Winchester Hill.
The Blue Hour.
Iron Age Forts.
Bronze Age Barrows.
Ghostly legions marching by.
Corn Buntings and Lapwings.
Skylarks and Linnets.
Yellow Hammers.
Stone – curlews.
A glimmer of sunlight greeting the ghosts, the birds and me.
Butterfly flutterings.
Marbled White.
Meadow Brown.
Chalkhill Blue.
The Blue Hour.
Dreams that you dare to dream.
Clouds far behind.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Once and forever in a lullaby.
Once and forever.
Keith Jarrett.
A meditative musician.
A perpetual pathfinder.
Rediscovering, reimagining, recreating, the almost, almost, forgotten land of the untroubled heart.
Soaring with Bluebird and Skylark.
The Song of The Blue Hour.
Hold it in your Heart.
The Immortal Jukebox 
My grandson asked me at supper last night to tell him my favorite song. I told him “Over the Rainbow.” Thanks for this stellar rendition. I had never seen Jarrett play, just heard him. It almost feels like invading a private moment between him and the tune.
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Thanks. Thom.
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This is wonderful.
Thank you for the follow, it’s my pleasure to now be following you!
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Thanks and welcome to The Jukebox. There’s quite an archive to explore! Regards Thom
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Great poem, too. Thank you! Michael
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Thanks very much. Stay tuned. Thom
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I am sure i will! Thank you! Michael
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