Saxophone 2

Another love poem to the saxophone...

When I first started sax, it was by whim

I didn’t know how it’d affect my life

They said that playing sax can be a sin

Yeah, that cut as deep as a butter knife

I didn’t know how I would be seduced

Or that I’d melt when I hit a low B

But every time my neckstrap is unloosed

There’s a glimmer in my eye you can see

I wet my chapped lips and take a deep breath

And pour out what’s me: my heart and my soul

Into a chunk of brass that is my death

My fingers are flying out of control

Through warm metal the music I creates

Won’t stop til it’s in the realms of the greats.

Author's Note

We were writing sonnets in our English class (yes, this actually won't degrade my English grade!) and I decided to write about my lust for the saxophone.

Reviews

[Locke Redwyne (night sy..]

Oh, dear... what have you become?

[Peregrinator7]

a band geek?
i was already that

[Locke Redwyne (night sys)]

dude this sounds like a steamy romance poem

[Peregrinator7]

well its a sonnet they're all supposed to be about love or affection for something

[Locke Redwyne (night sys)]

oh
i didn't even notice XD
the sonnet i had to write for class sucked butt
they don't have to be about love and affection
guimond gave us topics, and none of them were about love or affection

[Peregrinator7]

oh our english teacher said they had to be about love and affection so...

[Locke Redwyne (night sys)]

ah
your english teacher sucks
guimond is far better

[Peregrinator7]

ok then 10 characters