Bent over he makes love into his Trumpet. Black Sunglasses. Tones that belong to a Sunset. Guiding the sun over the horizon. The Night Within. With the Sun Gone. The music ripples back like ebb and flow. Miles conducts the atmosphere upon returning to a tidal wave...Sounds like the breaking in the surf A Crescendo. The end is in sight. ... a Miles Davis Night, Outside the stars are so bright. Inside our Heart. Full of Light.