My Old Sax

my grade nine band fumbled
thru any note inked
on sheet
,

and warm-ups just left the
flute kids winded with
numb lips,

so, i shelved ol’ tenor sax
home where he
belonged,

at furthest reach from me,
the band’s worst cheat
and critic-

but that horn never learned
to play me, our sound
lost somewhere in
the clamor

so, i skipped out on
concert night-

and missed the sweet-spot
where chaos turned
splendor.

all my old sax ever wanted
was a set o’ lungs he
could blow strong
with,

and a chance to play
imperfect.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/tenor+saxophone

image: https://paintingvalley.com/saxophone-painting

image: https://www.deviantart.com/afnamjoon/art/Blurry-Music-Sheet-aesthetic-772085405

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