Come a little bit closer,
in this air, pungent of funk, groove, even gospel
engulfing tonal fusion
and the notes of the piano rise and fall
we can dream this morning away
where I am still in love with you

I watch you from afar,
where my walls are a vibrating manifestation of Lianne La Havas’ voice,
trickling caramel grains into my ready mouth
the pitch scurries its transitions
evolving into Daniel & Jacob’s number
from an Eb jump to Ebm7,
the sophisticated shift of D7 to a still Cm,
the plummeting Ebm, Fm, Dm
swivelling right back into a pirouetting Eb
where it’s true, I am still in love with you

tap-dancing, almost spinning
feet clumsily caught in my Persian rug —
still Collier embraces me in the musician’s jazz
the language and engulfment
the intervals, the bridges, the crescendos, the odd tremolos
makes me feel so nice,
an oasis plunge in the Arabian Peninsula
where the sun is rising high
and I am still in love with you

this, I do adore
through the windows, the sun seduces
floating heads in wide-brimmed yellow hats —
so beautiful
and I’m blessed to love it all,
and I’m blessed to digest it all,
and I’m blessed to witness it all,
and if this is a stretched out film,
blotched with the morning’s coffee stains,
then it is the most beautiful scene of all —