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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.
I'm Introverted Always shy and scared to speak My horn makes me bold
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