Don’t Give Up
Dear Miss Ella, song supreme,
Improvisations sovereign;
I, swayed and moved by.
She, both modest, shy
Yet spoke of love (and what’s above),
Deserves a place in poetry
Centered round her artistry:
The noble art of spontaneity;
A musicality called jazz!
Epitomizing and embodying art’s highest form:
Scat, where voice became a horn;
Freedom to take word and chord
Out of their customary corner…
Who in jazz could ask for more?
Convention flaunted, freedom vaunted.
Melodic and original,
Lyrical and beautiful.
All these Ella did fulfil,
Breaking ground
With personal impassioned sound.
“Don’t give up. You can’t go wrong”
A song that should belong to all.
Don’t Give Up 6.21.2021 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin
