The Saxophonist Poem by Uche Favour

The Saxophonist



I could hear music

But I didn't know what type of music

Maybe it's from a party

I still searched round and round and round

I kept walking towards the sound

The music sounded good to me ears

It called out to me

Yet I didn't know how to reply

Still walking and relishing the sound

I walked into its source

It emanated from a young guy

Sitting in the hot sun

Just outside his house

He was a saxophonist

And a damn pretty good one

Even though I didn't know the song he was playing now

I still enjoyed it

I gazed upon him and he returned same

I threw away my face

And managed a grimace

As I passed him

The music stopped

It wasn't the only that stopped

My heart did

Every life and flicker of hope disappeared with it

Just then something happened

He played a familiar tune this time

"God My Help in Ages Past"

It lit up my soul once again

And brought back life to my life

The atmosphere became cool; even in the sun

Everywhere became brighter and sparkling

And then something was there;

A flicker of hope;

Despair disappeared!

The flames of hope rekindled!

How didn't I notice this before!

That He was in charge all this while

God spoke to me through the saxophonist

And I wished to know them more!

Friday, April 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: god,music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aluko Oluwaremilekun 22 April 2017

And brought back life to my life The poem showed that God can talk to us through any medium. It is just for us to not only listen, but to do. God bless the poet.

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