When I look into your eyes
There’s always a story to tell.
I think I see myself in your deep eyes,
or I might be seeing you at the same time?
But always, there is a joy in everything.
I guess its true when they say eyes are the windows of the soul.
It’s truly amazing how you can bring out the best in me
It’s like you know which buttons to press at that moment in time…
I don’t know really- is it you? or is it me?
Whenever I see you, I feel calm
Whenever I listen to you, I feel overwhelmed.
You surprise me really.
How can you do that to me?
You feel pleasant and yet you’re comprised of wood and steel
And at the same time you create magic.
You’re fine and you sound good,
with or without your family members.
People tend not to listen to me
When I say:
look for love…in the music, lost in the melodies;
You’ll definitely find love.
I found love, in the most pleasant but odd place.
And as I think deep about this,
I learn daily to embrace you; Love
The way we love each other;
It is like we met on a scorching day
And yet it was as windy as an Autumn breeze.
You know how to press my buttons-
but you need me to press your’s…
It is strange how after all these days
This marks the first time I talk to you,
About you…
Some may embrace you vocally
But I prefer whispering to you in the deep.
How did we end up like this?
It’s like you’ve been crushing on me since I was two.
And how I love you too
Dear Saxophone…( the heart of jazz)
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