19 : TRUE IMPROVISATION REFUSES TO KNOW AHEAD OF TIME
This singular sunrise. Dark curtain lifting. Dreams descending toward previous being, newly emerging. Friend’s voice & brutal alarum. Sun whispering brushes across a drum. Distances cut in proximity to immediacy. Skin’s movement: choreography of corporeal intimacy. Suddenly the ear becomes the center of one’s universe, when a left hand reaches across the keyboard toward a note true improvisation refuses to know ahead of Time.
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