#saxophone
The brass reflects in the beams
All these pretty keys have a meaning
A purpose
I wish I had a range like a saxophone
No squeaks no mistakes
I can never seem to properly replace my own reed
I slur my words and phrases
Not like a written slur
I sound uneven and janky
Sax or not
I can't seem to grasp my breath
Or the courage
I felt like ever since I lost something in me
My notes haven't sounded good enough
There is something going on with my saxophone
I'll hug it tight
And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
Once there was a man named Jack,
He used to ride his pushie from Rand to Albury and back,
Courtin' his lady, the late Marie,
“A ****** good catch!” he would say,
“And that's that.”
He loved to play the saxophone,
It's right there in his room!
He showed me some photos and put a CD on;
We sat back and listened to him croon.
Tears fell gently as memories surfaced;
His feet seemed to shuffle back into the dance of years gone by.
His breathing fell and rose,
And rose and fell again —
Then he shared how he liked to fish - several dozen at a time…
He stared back from the memories;
Hearing the ocean clap against the shore,
He was right there, now, what a catch! Sublime.
He would arrive home aplenty,
Weathered though, from the storm and sunshine galore!
Life has been full with his wife and kids in tow,
Though here now, in this small room,
photos, artefacts, and memories are the wrapping and bow,
Tying it all together when his current, present memory goes.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
Huff, puff, smooth bravado,
This instrument that I play,
Whisks me away into smokey,
Desolate lounges,
Filled with women in black and red dresses,
Who would otherwise look away,
If not for my silky, suave vibrato.
Ooh, how I can carry a tune,
My fingers dance on the keys,
Like raindrops on a windowsill,
The neon lights at the door,
Buzzing outside in the cold.
The only thing warming up,
This cold little soul,
Is a finger of rye,
Adjacent to the ashtray,
That holds my neglected cigarette.
She watches, She listens,
My face turns purple,
As I pour my heart out on stage,
Out in the open in this vacant place,
With only the few of us around.
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 9:54 PM UTC
a neighbour
plays saxophone
somewhere down the street
it sounds like
they are at
an open window
practicing scales
bursts of pieces
previously mastered
other segments
yet to be perfected
those standard exercises
again and again
with missed breaths
and off-note *********
building in complexity
but slowed down
beyond recognition
with their concentration
no doubt
seething at times
behind closed doors
as fingers refuse
to obey
not moving fast enough
assuredly enough
it should annoy me
it usually would
this distraction
while I try
to read or write
the stumbling repetition
of practice failing
to make perfect
but today
there is a calming
in the familiarity
of it all
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 8:47 AM UTC
a dancer’s heart
can not be ripped apart
it moves to the sound of a saxophone
a lovely noise of jazzy notes
that warms you like a winter coat
it swings to the melodies
and receives all these remedies
it carries the passion in every step,
moves slowly and feels holy
a dancer’s heart can’t fall apart
it’s filled with peace and joyfulness
it carries love and is sweet like a ****
a dancer’s heart is a piece of art.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
I miss putting my hands all over you.
I miss putting my lips on your parts
And when I blow
You you let out the sweetest sounds.
Your curves are just perfect.
Even the way your body glistens in the light is beautiful.
There isn’t any others like you.
You are broken now.
Many years of neglect.
You’re drying up and it’s my fault.
You don’t hold up like you used to.
I’ll love you again
And I will fix you.
I miss you
My sweet little saxophone ❤️
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
A young girl—
Out too late—
Running through a quiet urban city
searching for the sounds
That have been playing in her head
The radio gives her no help—
Those songs aren’t what she’s looking for
She craves and older more mature sound
The sound that only the dark night possesses
She can almost feel the sound,
It’s strength is almost feeding into her
She takes the bait
And makes her way to the old pub
She’s amazed by the Saxophone
And the blues lifting the air
She lets them fill her mind
And numb her surroundings
“Oh, sounds, why haven’t we met before?”
She cries out.
But the sounds keep playing
And drowning out her thoughts.
She now knows where she belongs.
© Regan
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
The music plays
The piano
The saxophone
You dance
Grace
Poise
Joy
Harmony
Piano and saxophone
You and motion
This moment
and my emotion
merged
as one.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
one two three with fire
heavy with your memory
thick silhouettes peer
&
the sax next door sings
you, blown away by fusion
of my tongue to you
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
*Flute
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
Saxophone*
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tethered at the end
with no hope to amend
seduced each other to appease
your love flow in me with ease
Darling, don't look back on you
The days when the rainbow was lifeless
The ultraviolet was in hues of grey
The sunrise reflected back on the skies
The multitude of sorrowful rainy clouds
All cried out and behind our front
My soul laid and screamed aloud
NOW
The shell of the loneliness undone
Chase of the summerly winds donned
The day beckoned with clarity
All hate erased, our love not charity
Un-crippled chase, the healed ails
Un-rippled wavelets,currents and sails
THEN
I unmask the casket
Claim the frozen confusion called life
On this walls are our sacred scripts
The prints that reads indelible
Of how our love nurtures the nests
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
voice in whispered tone
like breathy saxophone
I hold a longing moan
within
fingers through my strands
ruin all my plans
the way your calloused hands
grip skin
lips that taste like truth
of gin and dry vermouth
pierced by sinking tooth
and sin
I memorize your face
as I fade from this place
forgetting all that time and space
has been
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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
<3
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Under the shining lights
Horns and trumpets blare
Take in all of the sights
This city has come alive
People stroll down the street
Rain splashes on the sidewalk
Tap your foot to the beat
As the music fills the night
Get on the floor and dance
The sax man does his thing
This could be your chance
The swing band's letting loose
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC