Solo Sax

She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed 
She was a mean saxophone player
Her controlled notes lazily flowing 
Around that club room and bar
No restrictions on their going
As she slid them near and far
Wrapping them around and through
Each knowing receiving head
Notes that oh so sly could do
Miracles to stir and wake the dead

Her eyes were closed so softly tight
Legs akimbo astride that stage
Speared by that one spotlight
Playing a maturity beyond her age

You could feel for just a little
A jazz epic in the build
By a talent  more than brittle
As not a note was spilled
Then as the spotlight shifted
She stepped back into the band
And the standard she had lifted
Slipped back in to the bland
She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed 
She was a mean saxophone player

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Regina Mcintosh

Date: 1/10/2023 4:36:00 PM

Wonderful writing. God bless you. Love, Gina

Terry Ireland
Date: 1/10/2023 11:44:00 PM

Thank you Gina

Speaks Volumes

Date: 1/10/2023 3:03:00 PM

We take some people as ordinary, and some mundane, until they display their talent and we assess them again. We all have a talent to do something, even if its just making a good cup of tea. We shouldn't leave anyone in the shadow, forgetting their true ability. You certainly aren't in any shadow Terry, another splendid piece of poetry.

Terry Ireland
Date: 1/10/2023 11:47:00 PM

Thanks Wen. Sue and myself spent 7 years in the fringe music scene until Covid. We saw some outstanding performers, just performing for fun. Really rewarding time and we had the joy pop performing with them.