Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody

 

Image: publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/170000/velka/chalked-blackboard-saxophone.jpg

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