Touched by David Ellinger - HTML preview

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.