The Saxophone

I don't find the saxophone easy but when u get the hang of it... its worth it

 

I put my lips to the mouthpiece

The reed bitter against my bottom lip

I press it closed

With the tip of my tongue

Filling my lungs

And then I blow

My tongue releases reed

And my fingers take over.

 

My lips aren’t right

I’m blowing too hard

And my notes stumble

Up and down octaves

My finger slips off the key

With a strangled noise

Like a trod on cat

 

I remove my mouth

Biting my lip in frustration

And then I turn

And stare at

The blank wall in front of me

For a moment I just stare

And then I put my lips back

In position

 

This time I am calm

I repeat the procedure

Getting a lungful

And then I blow

Enough to make a noise

But not too much

 

I loosen my lips slightly

And a soft note

Fills the still air around me

I fix my eyes on the wall

My fingers doing their job

 

My tongue flicks against the reed

Breaking up the different notes

I can feel it now

The sound is becoming music

My heart soars with the notes

And I’m free

 

The wall is the perfect inspiration

A blank canvas waiting

To be painted

With the softly vibrating notes