I love to watch Keith Jarrett play. The way he curls up on the keyboard, so fascinated with the sounds he is making. Like a small child who discovers the movement of clouds. Then he springs open. The music swings open.
I've wowed myself that way before. Why are people so afraid to wow? Themselves.
Somewhere there is a poet backdropt by the noise of toomany objects finding Nothing anyway. He dances on a stage called silence (the Now) wherefrom improvisations burst.
NOTE TO KELLY: Thanks for appreciating my compositional abilities and motivating me to share them.
TOKEN TO YELL: One red streak like an Ellsworth Kelly streak shrieks.