Excitement into sorrow, rage spilling.. pulling emotions,
told his heart that story, that melody.
The instrument... undemanding emotions
a gorgeous saxaphone, that hears the bell...
that sound, sinuous, presented in congregation.
Poured melodies from one's self of love.
The next notes... forever lives on the moment,
even fourth from his walking sound.
The music of whole; lost in the notes.
For all of this, every one was of love.
Erica Sommer