Space Jazz

Strike the drum, rattle and hum, 
The sound of music blasts through the medium, 
Across a dark distance, the light held a-strum 
Some chords fixed on time's continuum, 
Pulsing with a rhythm beating through each atom. 
A Bossa Nova supernova the band erupts, 
Gyrating planets on centrifugal cusps, 
The piano soft, the trumpets hard, 
Every instrument played by the bard, 
Building the stars out of nebulous shards. 
Atmospheric rhapsodies sedate the prelude, 
Settling the spheres in sonic infinitude, 
An etude subdued by comets crude, 
Orchestrating the mood on to the interlude. 
Time passes, the notes travel on, 
Filtering through the galactic marathon, 
Be-boppin' and hoppin' non-stop 'till the stars drop, 
Cropped out of some horns waxed in a shop; 
In tiptop shape they pop and they swap 
Melodies atop the backdrop of a mountaintop. 
At night we listen as the zodiac plays, 
Through a maze of rays, a crashing heard skyways, 
Jitterbug blues in lazy orbit, for the rest of our days.