seems like every year, 'round this time
when the leaves go rollin' in waves down the street
something about that sound
sends me back to Albert Ayler
for all the chatter 'bout "free jazz"
what it has always been about (for me)
is an other-wordly saxophone sound
straight from the church
and beauty
melodies that will live forever
maybe the melancholy of the Fall is too beautiful
maybe Albert knew all about too much beauty
