A Poetic Scrap Thought: WOMAN WITH THE GOLDEN SAXOPHONE

It begins quietly in the dark,

a lonely park awaken by candle light

And there's this voice,

a romantic noise,

a tune which all men know as a bliss

Slowly,

rippling through the sand and grass

a devilish groan in heaven's rhyme,

when sudden sadness fills all ears

and all eyes shed no lies

 

Yes,

they stare at the show for a sparkle of gold

to come forth from the shadows,

the sound which taking hold

And there's no doubt in my sight

no need of words but my, damn right

something so unique that can't be left alone

frantic yet mellow, like a woman in love,

as her lips dancing with the humming saxophone

It ends quietly in the dark,

a lonely man standing in a lonely park

without a thing or two he's going back

while part of his heart captivated by the golden sax.

K M.