Sitting writing, a bourbon to hand
Something was missing
I couldn’t understand.
Scratched my head
Scribbled some words
Nah! Something else instead.
Then it came and I felt so much sweller
It was some musical company
And I switched on the glorious Ella.
‘Every time we say goodbye…’
Others often sing it too
They shouldn’t even try.
Amongst these words I now peruse
Only a bit of fluff I know
Finally though, I realise, Ella’s my musical muse.
©Joe Wilson – Ah Ella…2015
With her purity of voice she was the perfect jazz singer.