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.