After our performance at the Wiltshire Jazz Festival 2009 one member of the audience was inspired to write a poem which she has kindly allowed us to reproduce here.
The drops fall on my forehead
Acid drops, beads of sweetness
The notes spring joyously
We take the magic in through our skin.
At the barn's open door
In the moist evening
Foxgloves rise to the
Green abandon of wisteria
The birdsong through the rain
Not as piercing, less delightful
Than the bright essence showering us.
We lift our faces to it.
For Charles Alexander and Andy Robinson
Susie Gibson, 14th June, 2009