Uriel:
Gravity holding
And tying us down,
For Time itself doesn’t stop,
As the given answers,
Simply fades away from our grasp,
Within the wisdom of the Angels.
A saxophone plays a Jazz melody
As a singer sings the Blues
Wearing a clinging red cotton dress
While standing next to a gin and tonic
On a black piano in the French Quarter
Of New Orleans.
The song ends within the mist
Of melancholy silence
Upon cobble stones.