From the ripe age of 12 he learned his craft and taught us about miracles
that all came under the headlines of JAZZ -gypsy jazz
the thunder that rang inside his sweet head and fetched
Stephane and his swinging violin to the stage
Despite the fire in the caravan and the burns and losing some fingers
and feelings –
the guitar came first
Music from European small cafes while women danced and whirled their skirts
Paris night clubs melting under hot lights and sweaty crowds
twirling his mustache and bending the strings, all the while smiling that grin
that he knows something naughty happened
He changed us, the world, the way we think…
from stages in London, in front of thousands of lucky souls
while Eddie Cantor kissed his hand and allowing
American jazz to seep into his gypsy skin and bones
Playing with the Duke at Carnegie Hall and bowing
to the cheering New Yorkers, he played
God did he play
A beatnik at heart he sometimes skipped concerts
“to walk to the beach” or “smell the dew”
We owe a debt to you sir and thank God you made records
Wow great 😊
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