Scratchy sounds of an elderly saxophone player,
doing his best to entertain us today.
Getting his senses under control, relaxing a
bit, helps his mind concentrate on what needs
to be done.
Suddenly, his saxophone is playing heavenly
musical tones in time with the music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm there in the room listening Great poem BB: O))