千百年遺落的二胡，在一次莫名的整理中，
靜靜的現身在衣櫃的某一角。
那鬆垮的弦弓已聞不著松香的味蕾。
調了又調，摸不著已逝去的熟析感，
在鬆緊間慢慢的浸潤。

音樂的種類千萬種，轉開接收的同時，
心似一把弦弓時而放鬆，時而拉緊。
偶爾，還穿插著不同振幅，像個鐘擺，滴答滴的響著.....

復刻的音符，依稀模糊的在五線譜上勾勒著。
好吧，今天換個很少接觸的爵士樂，又逢desu的站台介紹，
感覺，剛踏入門，即挖到寶的喜悅.....

”What Am I To You”

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you’re feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I’d give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I’m giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don’t fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you’re blue
Tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you


原來
爵士樂能夠這麼動人心弦，
彷彿細細品嚐一杯Espresso。