I Met A Saxophone Player

 Shes a, smoothe sassy beat on a complex scale- in a low key.
Look at how he plays her on his saxophone,
he is taken by her-as he continues blowing, and flowing deep, inside the melody.
Sensitive to her touch, he can feel her notes run through his body and pour out his fingers,
Look at him on his saxophone, he has mastered her creshundo highs, stalling to savor her sweet decrescendos that still linger.
She demands all of his heart and delights in taking his breath away,
His self awareness is drawn deplete under the sound of her soultry sway.
Sensitive to her voice calling out to him, there he goes again playing her on his saxophone, he can't refuse it...
There is no mistaking it, he is in love with her... She is his music.