Dim lights.
No smoking here,
    but still, the atmosphere. . .
    leaves a haze so thick,
    we breathe in the music
    of each other.
Jazz plays in the space between
    two notes, two friends.
    Unseen, it bends our hearts
    to impart in us the grace
    of another
and we discover 
    the truth 
of each other
    as we sing,
“Easy now, 
easy now.”