Soul swinging By Cade (Part 1) The music comes again.. And not from my speakers But this time from some far off band As if they were calling me to the old squeaky bleachers Of a high school gym.. Normally I wouldn't give it any mind As I've heard some notes Similar to these over time But yet they lingered in my mind Pulling me in from the inside As if my mind was tied to a post Like Odysseus did with the island of siren These notes call me to find Thier the face behind The Divine Rich, beautiful voice who could whistand time And decay. and whomever may be it's host. I grabbed my jacket And shoes Running down the stairs, mumbling As mom looked back Cutting the butter up, "'ve got to see this distant muse..". She smiled, and nodded with considerable humbling, Because she had always believed To let me choose Which way to lead My life in a direction to move Where I wanted to be And this moment was no less troubling Because she had experienced the racket Back a long time ago When her spirits we're afraid of nothing. I followed the sound Nearly losing it at times Down to deep downtown Lost both my wallet and my mind To a place that I found No joke, I can't bother to lie The place of origin for this sound Was not only underground, But something old caught my eye: Above the door was a neon sign. The old artifact Mad of glass Read something That took me aback- The letters spelled out "Jazz" 'this can't be true' I thought with haste As I thought I knew Every music genere ever made And yet here I stood with head askew Wondering how I get isnide this place "Young man" said a voice from behind Who I turned to observe An elderly woman with a sparkling dress of red "Do you wish to experience music from a time When people were able to learn That freedom requires you break the traditions long kept To fully understand that the mind And the soul that you persevere Can roam, run, and dance to thier hearts content?" Opening a door which louldly whined Led to the note...