The tone sits flat above the floor
No open door
no closed resort
I move within the even tide
No lifted glow
no dimmed inside
The minutes roll without a bend
No loss to mend
no gain to spend
A steady state I've come to know
No high
no low
no afterglow
The wind blows mild across the glass
No storm to pass
no calm to grasp
I stay aligned with muted time
No wounded rhyme
This is pure leveled tone
Flute light drift and saxophone drone
Electronic pulse to keep the pace
No tears to trace
no smile to chase
This old blues stays unconfined
No tangled mind
no altered bind
Just steady notes in steady space
Neutral sound
no hidden grace
The room holds soft unchanging air
No heavy care
no light despair
I hear the old tonal swing
No broken thing
no perfected ring
The night remains in middle shade
No joy parade
no dark cascade
I rest inside this quiet view
Pure classic blues
subdued and true
This is pure leveled tone
Flute light drift and saxophone drone
Electronic pulse to keep the pace
No tears to trace
no smile to chase
