And the music fell like rain from an unseen apartment somewhere in the quarter.
Warm summer rain.
Light and refreshing.

The kind of rain you didn't mind getting wet in and soaked to the skin with.

A single Saxophone.

A single Saxophone played not just with the lips and the fingers and the lungs, but with the soul.

Its delicate melody trickled down the rooftops and overflowed onto the streets below.
Somewhere in this labyrinth of alley ways and courtyards and balconies was a poet.

A poet in love.

A musical poet.

A musical poet creating rhyme and rhythm and feeling with just a handful of notes and a heart full of passion.

For though there were no words to accompany this music you knew, you just knew what was being said.
Every drop of rain, every note had a purpose, a message. A message that carried you off and made you forget. Forget where you were, where you were going and all the things that made life not so good. You forgot all that and let it be washed away by the rain.

And you closed your eyes

And you smiled

And you felt like dancing, right there in the street, a slow dance, a gentle sway.

And as quickly as you noticed it, it stopped.

Then you felt the chill

The first drop, the second.

Then it really did rain, the heavens truly opened.

And you closed your eyes

And you smiled