painting by Debra Hurd
While saxophone serenade melody,
glance across the room, and the world is alive,
with activity, purpose, longevity,
we all seem to want a similar drive,
waiting for the sunset,
while just realizing the crisp morning of a summer day,
we are living without any regret,
sharing our lives together with coffee and a gentle sway.
The rhapsody of that surreal breeze,
listen, can you hear the emotion of that chord,
the fingertips strum soft the lines,
that music, that interlude, such a marvelous journey.
While the noise of an active hustle creates
a steady rhythm of ‘hello who am I’
the eyes wander the room,
we all have our lives,
if only together, we might sing the words,
that suggest universally we can play the saxophone –
we might listen while the jazz plays our song.