It was a long day.

An ache swelled

in my heart

as I closed my eyes.

Your melodies

rang in my ears,

flowed through my blood,

leaving a soft sensation

that prickled the very surface of my skin.

I could hardly describe this feeling,

this yearning

that overcame me

from the tenderness

that painted your body

as your fingers danced

across the

cool brass keys,

as your lips

closed and parted

to breathe sound

into the body

of such a delicate thing,

and your eyes,

tightly shut,

as if trying to compose

or dispose of

a memory.

I couldn't tell which.

But I knew this.

The love you have,

that fills your body

and flows through your saxophone

and into this world,

that love

is eternal.

Is honest.

It defies all words,

all descriptions

and can only be seen,

can only be heard.