I awaken you from your slumber,

as I slide you out of your safe, velvet bed.

I ask you to help me play the tunes

that dance around in my head.

I taste the sweet cleanser that resides on your reed,

as I dampen it, 

oh, ever so carefully.

I blow into your mouthpiece with ease

and feel your cool metal vibrate beneath my fingers.

Then emerging from your golden yellow bell

is a beautiful tone that lingers. 

I begin to feel the rhythm,

start to feel the rhyme.

I love your music, Saxophone

Wish I could play you all the time. 

Then after a while I start to feel it,

a feeling I know all too well.

The feeling of total breathlessness that only you can give.

So I take a breath and allow my lungs to swell.

And then I say,

Saxophone, you take my breath away,

in the best kind of way.