just after midnight

by walterdoege

in jazz tradition the jam session begins after the leading band and musician finish the presentation…blue notes in the air…and an invitation is sent to whom want to play and sing jazz…blues…some rock’n’roll…some ballads…some improvisation…just after midnight another brand new day, another brand new night…I like the nigth, I like the booggie wooggie…some swing in the souls…great joy when music is played…great joy when people feel happiness…I like the night in despite of season…summer nights have some glamour…some kindness…I like the moonlight, I like the stars…today near new moon…new wishes…new hopes…just after midnights I can read and sense some messages…I can write with more inspiration…just after midnight I feel a rebirth…some jazz clubs mantain the jam session tradition…and when I can play in a acoustic piano some blues from my heart…the messages are clear…my message is always joyful…perhaps I am a messenger of messages that blow in the air…blowing in the lover hearts…the message of love is always love…’love is in the air, every night and every day’…some lyrics come to my mind…some melodies…some harmonies…some wishes…some memories…some remembrances…some reveries…some dreams, but I am a dreamer…sometimes I feel my work as a midwifer…I feel great joy every time I feel people dancing, singing, and the jam session is a true party…a little party…parties are good ones…just after midnight there’s an invitation in the air…invitation for a party at the world…a party everywhere…a party anywhere when people can sense alive, free, joyful, open to love…love is always opened, every day and every night, everywhere…when sensing love, a party occurs…a special event…people can meet in the middle of the bridge even if over troubled waters…and water in the clouds…water in my eyes…rain falling…tears with no fear…drops of water from the clouds and tears drops from my soul…lovers cry…my tears drops are a blanket when I feel that I miss you…a fresh drizzle…love, messenger and message