Ode to my Saxophone

When I pick her up to play,
I feel a rush of joy.
Feelings shared,
From me to her.
Sweet sounds come from her bell,
Like the chirping of the birds at dawn.
Her touch is so gentle,
Against my fingers,









As I move from note to note.
Her melodies whisper to me,
Never stopping,
Like a flowing stream that does not end.
Her music fills me with bliss,
She fills the silence with love.


To her,
I tell all my secrets,
All my worries,
All my fears,
And she responds,
With the sounds of hope.
She sings to me the songs of life,
And I live for her.