Saxophone Days

skyscrapers are growing bored into the sky people are still going without knowing why streets are looking grey as usual full of waste we all are on the way and feel somehow misplaced world is loud and day is long the city doesn't care but suddenly i hear a song and music fills the air a man is standing there aside and seems to feel alone the place gets free the sky gets wide and opens for the sounds of his saxophone skyscrapers are growing streets are still grey and between the man the sax and their melody pressure and hurry seem far away and all at once i feel free. :-)