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 
Like Willie said – it’s hard to cut a bad standard. I’ve seen Keith a number of times solo and with help, way off the improv deep end, outside and close to the ground, even with brevity. He is a rare, good practitioner of musical poetic license. There is a naughty joke out there where Someone notes that Keith was dyslexic and that he wasn’t improvising over the progression backwards…as he aged and fell into conversation with his instrument the visual paintings explode in your head. Like listening to Wakeman play And You and I on solo piano…gone baby gone. Thanks.
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Explode in the head is right. Regards Thom
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Thanks for giving a nod to my 7th blogiversary, Thom!
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Absolutely a fav no matter who is performing. But Keith’s piano play is superb. Beautiful share! Watched on youtube because video doesn’t show.
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Thanks. So frustrating trying to find clips that play all over the globe. Glad you found work around. Regards Thom
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