Poem: Letter to a Saxophone

Today’s poetry prompt at Open Write is to write a poem/letter to an object, or idea, and I chose my Martin tenor saxophone.

Dear Martin,

I’ve known you now
nearly longer than
anyone, other than my dad,
who gifted you to me
when I was young, told me,
play well, have fun

When the repairmen
at the music shop learn
of you, they marvel at
an old Martin, like you,
a rare saxophone of renown,
a bell with a soft jazz sound

I’ve carried you on stage
and you’ve carried me through
band concerts and live shows,
and gave me a way to discover notes
when I lost it in rock and roll

You’ve been bent, my friend, and
broken, too, and filled with breath
and spit, and you’ve listened
as I’ve spoken in whispers to you,
and never complained,
not even in those years I quit

and now, I sit, writing in wonder,
that you, Martin, have sung
my life with me, a tenor sax
with unique tone, my faithful
friend in harmony

Peace (in time and sound),
Kevin