Strolling on the fresh beams of starshine
Rhythmic refractions synchronize with the next
Beat of the touching hearts
Sharing a listening
  to the room filled in the
  syncopated beats
  (lost harmonies found again)

Writhing on the rising strands
   No superfluous beats
   No unintended chords
   No notes lost
   Flowing from player
         to hearer

Beneath any known explanation
Jazz is alive
The music comes to life
Jazz is life