Feeling the sound

how night changes
with the saxophone’s weep
as notes untangle themselves
floating in the air like dandelion seeds
then become charged with bellicose beauty 
as they meld with the chasing archipelagos
from the keyboard player’s nimble fingers
like twirling ribbons arching through the air
the atmosphere charged with emotion
as the saxaphone weeps.

Samantha Beardon

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