Quickly tossed out, capturing a moment, depicting an unexpected evening:

Concert series, five elderly well-to-do women, distinguished in chatting, friendly and tranquil, an extra ticket for the Cleveland Jazz Orchestra, come along, Playhouse Square district awaits, be merry and cheerful, willing and ready, open and charming, Yesterday, Today, Forever, As it was in the beginning, it is now, and will be forever,
Strangers inviting a seat for engaging, cellphone images espousing familial commitments, laughter delighting jewelry displaying, ambiance the Hanna Theater illustrious providing, a buzz of excitement, balconies occupied, jam-packed, a hush of excited anticipation, well dressed and arranged, young ladies arrayed,
Brass bellowing begins, standup bass sets the pace, refined drumming guiding along, captivating awkward dancing Paul Ferguson composes ad orientem, A Night in Tunsia, Trumpets growling, alternating undulation in pitch, sidekick Jack Schantz flugelhorn in hand summoning the flanks of an army, Alexander’s Ragtime Band sets toes a tapping,
Requiem dedication, words of consolation, Joni Mitchell in a coma, now alert and responsive, aging and sickness, Both Sides Now, fetching Howie Smith stands and leads, adagio, melancholy and slow, beautifully intoned, the saxophone sings:

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere,
I’ve looked at clouds that way.

But now they only block the sun,
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done,
But clouds got in my way.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all.

God’s graces pour fluid, watery dreams, an aqueduct channeling, connecting the divine to time and space, the sacraments stand alone, a sultry singer takes the stage, alluring in appearance, Watch What Happens, sensual all female, Billie Holiday, God Bless the Child,
Herbie Hancock funks it out, the clarinet resounds, dynamic vibrating space, appealing and loud, Jackie Warren quiets it down, waiting to tantalize ebony and ivory, an ever present presence music within, taking the lead a virtuoso exposed, clapping hands acknowledging a great escape, take a break, the lights go up, delectation reprieve, socializing excited looking about, a young lady in a tight short corset top skirt smiles, knowing amused with her friends,
God is good, a prayer in hand, a mind at peace, strangers providing admittance entreat, my you really enjoy, how could I not, yes I receive, blessed and alive, kindness tendered, fellowship adored, lights go down the Jazz music returns,
I Must Try to Forget You, Irving Fine local composer takes the stage, speaking too much, fond of words, composing the tune in his teens, sixty-five years having passed, he pleads, imploring to lead final bars, the difficult part descending the stage, frail, cessation ready,
Straight No Chaser, a monk not religious, not cloistered, Thelonious closing it out, baritone saxophone repetitive and steady, ostinato reverberating profound, backing trombone sliding chromatic, wrapping it up in a coalescing, impromptu redressing, Duke Ellington, Cole Porter, Dizzy Gillespie, memories swinging on over, a night of portending, faith, hope, and charity,