Sonnet For a Jazz Musician (iambic hexameter)

[teddywolf]

Your saxophone is sweet and soulful in the night,
A pleasant break from winter cold and evening chill.
I cannot see you play by dim computer light,
Although your music warms me with most every trill.
My radio conveys your syncopated jazz.
It brings a smile to my happy weary face.
Your instrument plays joyfully with all it has;
You play each other well with a dynamic grace.
It doesn't matter that my toes are frozen cold,
Or that my body murmurs softly, "Go to sleep."
In quiet in the darkness I am not so bold
To dream of jazz ensembles all comprised of sheep.
We'll never see each other's faces, this is true,
And so I send my thanks along the net to you.

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[thnidu.livejournal.com]

(smile)

(thoughts of Starlight and Saxophone)