Smoke and Silk
The following poem was written by Chris Young for Edana, following the Isle of Wight gig to launch 'Still On My Feet'. Very many thanks to Chris for allowing us to publish his beautiful and touching poem here.
Smoke and Silk by Chris Young
The man at the keyboard scatters a flurry of perfumed notes into the silence
Like a cat slithering through a rose garden at dusk
Just before the rain begins to fall on the dry leaves…
And the drummer lightly brushes his drums
With bristles like fingertips barely gliding over smooth skin
And taps a few quick heartbeats with his sticks…
And the woman on the sax draws out a long moaning strand of melody
Like a curl of smoke from a black-and-white Bogie-and-Bacall film…
And the man leaning over the neck of his double bass
Reaches down and plucks a mile-long string
Like a halyard slapping a mast in a deserted boatyard
And milks the deep note for every last vibration…
And the woman in the black dress
With dark curly hair
And sensuous lips
And intense eyes that have seen the light and the dark
The rough and the smooth
Then grips the mike with both hands
And begins to sing the blues…
How far would I travel
To be where you are?
You’re in my blood like holy wine
I want to be seduced
How deep is the ocean?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?
I could drink a case of you
And I would still be on my feet,
I want to hear her say
Just get yourself free
And I would still be on my feet….
And as the silk in her voice melts away
She emerges from a trance as deep as the sea
Into an ocean wave of loud applause.
For Edana Minghella
in celebration of her first album, “Still on My Feet”
Launched at the Quay Arts Jazz Café
in Newport, Isle of Wight on 11 November 2011
Where she performed with Mick Smith (piano/keyboard),
Pete Maxfield (bass), Ken Black (drums), and Sarah Bolter (saxophones) 
 Lyric extracts used with apologies to Joni Mitchell, Paul Simon, Irving Berlin and Peggy Lee