The Musician of My Soul
Like the long drawn out cry of the saxophone,
you lure me in,
Closer
closer…
wanting to hear more;
needing to feel you,
you move me, play me, caress me,
the musician of my soul.
Playing the notes that grasp my heartstrings,
I am drawn to you,
closer
closer….
Too late, I realize I am sitting at your stage,
lingering too long…the music is over.
Yet, through the smoke-like confusion,
I cannot find my way back to where this journey began.
With no map, no direction, no choice
I follow you.
I am waiting,
hoping,
praying,
for the melancholy horn once again.
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