The saxophonist played
Without a single note heard
Coppery brine resonated
Words that the sea's surf
Swept away in a breeze
Rusty golden notes
Silently she impregnated the childlike tide
In that wrecked minute, silence turned amber-red
Her fingers caressed the ocean
Which released its laden, pregnant seed
She was sublime
Not encountered before
Unsurpassed
A standing ovation
Well earned
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