saxophone
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His long slender hands,
Pressed on the keys,
As he played that beautiful brass saxophone,
The melodious music dancing into my heart.
every day, wake up early.
every day, eat a tiny breakfast.
everyday, leave for work.
Sometimes late.
Sometimes early.
Never happy about it.
Get home
mope.
If there is one thing I would need when I am all alone
It would have to be my saxophone
To my mind comes no other choice
My saxophone is my other voice
I speak through it what I can not cay with words
My heart is a saxophone
Full of passion
Full of love
Full of strength
Once you slide the ligature
Around the mouthpiece and reed
The tightening, so trivial
With a Godly breathe
he inhales the heavy, yet
hollow whispers of the night
siphoning the miniscule remnants of assurance
loosely woven, each with its own cynical thread
