Come ride a jazz guitar solo — welcome aboard…
Original DDE™ art: “Solo Flight” — by: rob kistner © 4/7/26
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embraced by the spot
held in its glow
the crowd gathers around him
close—
lifting him—
to help him ignite the fire
his foot is already moving
soft…
rhythmic…
that quiet
metronomic hammer of the heart
the bass lays
the foundation
…low
…steady
…certain
the brushes sizzle
sparkle—
whispering heat—
a living shimmer underneath
the piano leans in
with color—
then light within the color
showing the way forward
(spark)
he’s in it
one special note
placed—
and held
it blooms
a warm sustain—
…turning
…building—
(spark)
then—
he releases
fingers rush—
a brightness
spilling into chords—
phrases shaping themselves
a flurry—
cascading down the neck—
he rides it
…eyes closed
head tilted slightly
back and right—
he’s inside the sound
lines forming—answering—
the brushes keep their sparkle
the bass holds solid—
the beating heart of jazz
the piano lights the way
(spark)
and he drives it
…lets it cook
…lets it rise
until—
a magical chord
lands—
and everything settles—
like a hand on his shoulder
he eases—
lets it roll
momentum carrying forward
(spark)
then—
a small cluster
of explosive notes form—
and with them
brief vocal tones
shaped to the notes—
riding them tight
and harmonically
in just a breath
that quick flare
lifts the line back up
rollin’ hot
rekindled
his fingers already moving—
…back into the flow
…back into the heat
risin’ scorched
the motion alive—
no hesitation
no break
(spark)
and now—
it opens wider
…more than notes
…more than lines—
the fire finding itself again—
fanning fierce
rolling forward—
…spilling out
…roaring on
…enchanted
—flaring
into the mystic…
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rob kistner © 4/8/26
