A Love Letter to My Sax

Thu, 02/25/2016 - 15:02 -- Saharr

Music to my left, music to my right.

Without you, it would be so hard to sleep at night.

The beautiful sounds you make, I love so.

With a reed and your notes I blow.

The jazz just blends and swirls.

It takes all my might not to twirl.

I wake in the morning to see your gold body.

I don't play you because you are a hobby.

You are my heart, life and soul.

Without you I would just be a troll.

Music in front of me

Music behind me.

But you are the only thing I want, if stranded at sea.


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