Category : Poems

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From your brass body to the feel of your wooden reed...oh how I smile at the mere thought of it! Your cold metal against my hand is always new, yet is one of the most familiar feelings in the world at the same time. The melodies you sing are a perfect blend of darkness and light. The keys clacking at a single touch is a song all on its own. You have your own language that I can only but begin to understand, yet I respect it and appreciate its beauty and grace. So keep on playing your sweet song and giving me the honor of hearing the rythym. For when I play you, I am not playing a mere saxophone. I am playing the song of my soul, and being given the privilege of having you share the world through my eyes.