Jazz and poetry share a common breath. Both rise from silence, shaped by rhythm, memory, and the courage to speak freely. Here, words lean into melody, and melody listens back—each leaving space for the other to wander, respond, and become.

These pieces are not meant to be rushed. They unfold the way a late-night conversation does: improvisational, intimate, sometimes unresolved. The poetry bends with the swing of the music; the music carries the weight and cadence of the voice. What matters is not perfection, but presence.

As you listen, let the lines blur. Let meaning arrive when it wants to. This is a place for feeling first, understanding later—where sound becomes language, and language learns how to sing.

Press play. Stay open. Let the moment take the lead.