There was a little girl there today,

staring up at you

in such awe

as she clung to the sleeves

of what appeared to be

her grandfather.

She was mesmerized,

entranced

by the music

flowing

from your saxophone.

It was as if

you were playing for her

and only her.

My heart swelled

at the sight.

It was beautiful.

It reminded me

of myself

from years ago,

drawn

and inspired

by this breathtaking

instrument.

A frown adorned

the sweet girl's face

as the elderly man

lightly tugged on her arm

before leading them far away

from the sounds

of you.