Night Music

How night changes
with the saxophone’s weep,
as notes
untangle themselves—
floating in the air
like dandelion seeds.
Then, charged
with bellicose beauty,
they meld
with chasing archipelagos
from nimble fingers,
like twirling ribbons
arching through the air.
The atmosphere,
charged with emotion
as the saxophone weeps.

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