I body jumped through the crowd surfing on the invisible notes coming off the 4 piece band in waves. They commanded the stage but my eyes were closed. My body in a catatonic trance as I swayed to the rhythms stimulating my mind. My hands writhed in and out of each other, if you didn’t know any better I might appear anxious but I was not in fact I felt as though this were the only places I’d ever belong. A bodyless ether traveling through the skins of others experiences and thoughts as I fell in and out of a consciousness one might think important while in public. It didn’t matter to me though, no matter the settings, my mind was always at ease when there was music playing. A movement to my left… I peeked through hooded eyes, just the waitress clearing my plate. Oddly enough I don’t even remember the food much. I’ve developed a bad habit of inhaling my meals always ever ready to fall into the experience that takes me away from this earth every time. I settled into a groove dancing with the music that had developed more of a spine- different from the airy apparitions that we’re just previously cast. The notes all seemingly out of place yet creating a solid sound as a whole. I moved my feet against the pedals as I felt myself fall into the skin of the drummer. A samba like rhythm causing me to rock right to left as if I walked with a slight limp due to hip problems. My hands tightened around the invisible sticks and swung in time tapping out a message on the cymbals. I always stayed too long in the rhythm section, I could never quite tear myself away from it . But nevertheless my new dance partner waltzed right up and grabbed me by the waist fingers hop, skip, and jumping across the ivories. I knew I had the lopsided have grin on my face the energy of the pianist was always quirky to me. I felt myself pulled through the strings resonance and walked my way right on up the neck of the double bass. The blues unmistakable it it’s sunday after dinner vibe where I’d dance the night and the calories away. Falling back into myself I notice the drop in temperature I should’ve worn a sweater, I have goose bumps all the way up my arms although I’m not sure if it’s from my full spectrum experience or the chill. Could be both I suppose. I look around now fully aware that the crowd has dawdled down to a few true jazz fans and the scragglers wandering in out of curiosity of the strong back beat pulsating from the second floor of the listening club. I gather my things and stand up to exit without a second glance back. I know where to find you.