|Mingus' Summertime III|
The music merged with the Autumn deluge outside the thin window pane and two flowers long since extracted from the garden lay before me. There is a contrast between the yellow petals of the flower with green leaves that hold the petals in and the paper thin petals of the other flower that are delicately held by a single stem. A contrast held in my palms as the syncopated rhythmic patterns of the music combined with the falling rain. In the studio, I could see them erupt into the rich blackness and intermingle in a dance.