musicians build, music binds

Shades of gray in a barren sky
An arch of gloom covers the land
Where we’re all still asking why
And wondering when the recovery will end

Piles of people’s lives lie on the dampened ground
Rubble yet to be replaced by a firm foundation
In the crescent’s hearts, hope for a new sound
To ease their pain and frustration

Into the dreary day drifts a different hue
Notes of a familiar melody cut through thick despair
In the form of trumpet, sax, and keys
Woven together by Harry and company

Every measure a kaleidoscope of sound
expressing the grief and grit of a million souls
just waiting for this nightmare to end
and a new dream to be born

for a moment, jazz and hope are alive in the 9th Ward.
-pjn 1/27/06

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