Saxophonist Kevin Brown travels the world playing jazz. And as for many people, music has been Kevin's companion through the ups and downs of his life. Kevin was born blind, but doctors restored some of his vision when he was 6. He played football as a kid and taught himself to play the saxophone. Kevin talks with Dick Gordon about the how jazz revived him when he needed it the most: when he lost his eyesight permanently at age 35.
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Kevin's Poem The Great Wall
Well, here I am.
Inside this wall of darkness.
Just how long have I been here?
Days, weeks, months, or has it been all of my life thus far?
I really dont know.
All I know is that I sit here, here inside this wall of darkness.
It seems so thick, it seems as solid as granit, It seems so infinite.
This wall of darkness that surrounds me so completely.
Oh, I can hear all of the sounds, all of the sounds that are outside.
All outside this thick wall of darkness.
I can hear all of the life, all of that wonderful life.
But they dont know that I am here.
They dont know that I am inside this thick wall of darkness.
For no one can see inside, none can penitrate this wall.
none can see inside this wall which has so completely encompased me.
But I can hear them.
And I just sit and listen.
I listen to all of that wonderful life out there.
There must be light out there.
There must be sunshine out there.
There must be, because I can smell it, I can taste it, I can feel it.
It heats my wall from the outside, It's as though it can almost penitrate this great wall of darkness.
But alas, it does not penitrate it.
It is just a hope, and then it is gone.
Just as the sun leaves the flower, and the flower eventually withers.
I am inside this wall of darkness, and my soul is withering.
Yes, I try to fight it, but this great wall, this darkness, this blindness is just so strong.
It is so persistent, it is so infinite.
But me! I am finite, my strength needs to be replenished.
Where can I find the means, the replenishment, where can I find the hope, the desire.
Where can I find the patients.
Do I exist? Or, is this just a dream?
Is this wall of darkness real?
Or is this some long, long day dream?
I open my eyes, and the darkness is still there.
The wall is still there.
The light is still on the outside, I can hear it.
The sounds are still on the outside, I can hear them.
The life is still on the outside, I can almost taste it.
And so, I sit here.
I sit here inside this great wall of darkness.
Is this my prison, or just my allotment.
I sit here inside this wall, I sit here inside this great wall of darkness.