Blues is easy to play
but hard to feel
Jimi Hendrix
It was late at night in San Francisco
the streets were dark
You know that kind of darkness
The kind you only find on empty city streets past midnight
The kind you only find on empty city streets past midnight
A darkness that is more than the absence of light
My head was down as I pushed on
but I realized that my heart was beginning to lift
From somewhere, the single sweet notes of a saxophone
A street dweller not yet ready to sleep
A street dweller not yet ready to sleep
Because tonight
There was a command performance.
There was a song that had to be played in the concert hall
of the midnight streets
His solo
His Carnegie Hall
His moment
The streets of San Francisco
were silent around him
and so was I
Because tonight he had something to say
About what had brought them all to the streets
To this moment
to this music
To this life
He played into the night
He played in to the darkness
and he played into my soul
I do not know what song it was
but I know what I was hearing
I was hearing truth
I was hearing truth
and I will hear it
for the rest of my life
and that's poetiquejustis
and that's poetiquejustis
Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.
Romans 12:15