Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
Lindsey Nicole Isbell

I love to watch you play
Hear the sweet notes drift out of your saxophone
A lovely melody

You don't always see me
I listen all the same
Such lovely skill
escaping in the form of sound
coming out
of that wonderful saxophone

Maybe it's not the sound
That enchants me so
But the handsome player
Whom I get to call my own

My gorgeous love  
Smart and talented to the end

I love my saxophone playing boyfriend, It's nice to date fellow musicians, even if the instruments vary.
Apr 12, 2014

in the shade of a thick leaf,
the black bug
has its dream :
a large white dream
with a dark purple tint
at its bottom:
a flower of magnolia.

Apr 12, 2014

l'm like Venice,
every night ,
full of cheerful lanterns that boatmen carry.
l'm like Venice.
you're like the water that every midnight,
when all  the boatmen are asleep,
is awake and talks to me.

I can't play no saxophone
Paul S Eifert
Paul S Eifert
Jan 26, 2013      Jan 27, 2013

I can't play no saxophone
but I can hear it played.
Sometimes it's a lady sighin;
sometimes it's a workin man.
But when it is an orphan cryin
I wish I could hold that child
and play.

I can't hold that child
in these dirty hands of mine.
I can't stop his cryin.
I can hear it way down here
on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of.
Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone
but never play?

Alexis Willis
Alexis Willis
Jan 9, 2013

Every noise he makes
every screetching noise he plays.
Louder and louder
i cover my ears.
I close my eyes tight
and think happy thoughts.
Its too loud i said.
All i want is for it to stop.
I cry every note he plays.
I want to bang my head
against the hard ground.
I want to see the blood flow out
as he plays his song.
It hurts to think
i cant even finish this poem.
It becomes more and more loud
even his song cries out for help.
We been through so much
even beaten by a clutch.
Although he plays till night
i am still in fright.

With her golden saxophone ..
Omar Abo Shama
Omar Abo Shama
May 28, 2013      May 28, 2013

The concert was about to finish ..

And now it's her turn ..

With her instrument ..

With her golden saxophone ..

The lights were diminished ..

And she started playing her favorite musical note ..

With her heart that is full of feelings ..

And her closed eyes ..

In her special world ..

The air goes out from her lungs softly like tears ..

And the great audience feels every tone ..

She doesn’t see them ..

She doesn’t hear their clap ..

Only his soul that is around ..

And Only his voice that is heard ..

Then his beautiful smile ..

With tears in his eyes , He said ''You're the best''

Then she looked at her saxophone ..

And remembered years ago ..

At one of their nights ..

During one of their phone calls ..

- You know babe , I adore the Saxophone ..

- Really ?

- Yeah , it's my favorite instrument ..

- Hold on ..

- What's this noise around you ?

- Nothing just my family ..

- Hmmm , didn't they sleep ?

- No , gonna call you after sometime ..

- Ok no problem ..

And after sometime he called her back ..

- Now tell me what will you do when you get a saxophone ..

- Haha , I really don't know but I've never thought about having one before ..

As they used to do , He started telling her a story before sleeping ..

She doesn't care about any stories ..

She just loves listening to his voice ..

She stays silent ..

To listen and feel ..

Every single word ..

And while listening , The call was over ..

She did a call again and again ..

No answer ..

She called his home ..

No answer ..

Again and again ..

No answer ..

The phone was ringing away from his sleeping house ..

Without his family noise that didn't exist ..

Among a lot of people ..

In his crushed car ..

Between his dead body ..


That New Golden Saxophone

Carrie Wentzel
Carrie Wentzel
May 29, 2014

From within thin metal walls,
You bathe me in purpose,
You reach my soul,
And you give it meaning.

My passion is boundless,
When I live in your skin,
And your rippling waves touch,
So deep, under mine.

I live in the air,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Our sounds sweeping and swinging,
Onto a canvas of silence, anticipation.

Hear this art,
Painter in our mind,
With the rhythm of our blood,
The flow of our heart, in every beat.

#love   #passion   #music   #jazz  
hannah way
hannah way
Jun 15, 2014

To wake up happily you
must wake up to jazz
bumping twisting turning hips
an unending flow
of sunshine
every mistake is a new idea of
beauty and creativity
jazz accepts and forgets
move carlessly
feel like you haven't felt before
and wake up
like it's the first time you've
seen a sunrise
jazz makes your view outside
the cracked window
absolutey magnificent
and starts your day with
208 beats of satisfaction and simplicity

h.w. I love playing jazz early
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