Rowley's Word

It happened instantly, the change you made in me, the response to the questions I don’t know how to ask, and the awakening of “ A Love Supreme.”  I drink my red wine to your tones over and over, and you swim through my veins in the deep end.  I make a toast to you, to not knowing what’s going to happen, to journeying sideways, to circling your fifths, and to parading to your progression.  And it’s not simply your trills, your thrills, and your crescendos that excite me.  It’s your warmth – it’s not your words – it’s your fusion and your will to be free.  Ever-present when you are live in front of me, I cannot ask for anything more, because I do not need to follow you.  You are not a theory, but a feeling, and I want you to feel my hips sway. You are the genuine article, my love, America’s only indigenous art form.  Belonging to not one race, country, or culture, you get along famously in Europe; but you know where your home is.  And when your eyes glass over more than “Kind of Blue,” I hope you see the change you’ve made in me.  I’m dancing more than I was before now that you’re “Flying Home.”  - MJR