Sax

I step inside
Slide out of my skin
Feel it slither to the ground
Leaving me bare, cold, and alone
The music calls me
From my icy dream
Her metal skin
Colder than mine
Merges with me until
We become one
She, the voice
I, the listener and puppeteer
Together we create
A sound that,
though not legendary
And possibly even terrible
Will last in my soul forever
Emblazoned there for all eternity
For as long as man longs
to step outside of his skin
And let the music surge into his soul
In order to become greater than himself


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