The Saxophone

The saxophone comes closest to the heart
It talks to the soul
Screams the scream inside us all
Smiles the smile
We wish upon our face
Writes the poems we cannot write
Sings the songs we try to sing
Plays the torture of inside
Laughs the laugh we all would like
Cries the cry we cannot cry
Yes, the saxophone, is the human voice
Of our time

by Clive Stevens

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