The muted state of this world
Keeps disturbing
The shivering noise of my thoughts

..Then I close my eyes..

THE SAXOPHONES OF THE WORLD

I heard them saxophones
In the air

I heard the only saxophone
In this whole world
With its tunes
Floating
High

I once heard the song of a saxophonist
Who died in the gutter,

However,
Something about painting the open seas
is so refreshing.