DEATH OF A JAZZMAN
Death of a Jazzman We danced and clapped The euphoria he gave us made us laugh For many days we sang around that fire he made us. In that cold winter he was our warmth. Neither of us imagined he would leave this forest we camped We all saw him leaving carrying his sax As he kept moving we felt he packed our peace of mind From a far we could hear sounds of a train moving Our Jazzman was heading to the train station But why? Didn't we give him the fun, laughter and joy? We watched to his fading in
