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 
“A glimmer of sunlight greeting the ghosts, the birds and me.” This line goes deep. Keith Jarrett could play chop sticks and make it sound good. Have you heard his Bach’s Goldberg Variations? A friend gave me the disk some years back.
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Many thanks. I have heard and greatly enjoyed the Bach. Regards Thom.
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I tend to think that musicians who move exaggeratedly with the music evoke a more emotional response, at least in me, than those who don’t, possibly even when just listening not watching.
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Thanks. More KJ later. Regards Thom.
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This is a beautiful post – both the poem and the music. A mesmerising performance.
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Thanks very much. Mesmerising certainly right for Keith Jarrett. Regards Thom.
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