My Other Voice
If there is one thing I would need when I am all alone
It would have to be my saxophone
To my mind comes no other choice
My saxophone is my other voice
I speak through it what I can not cay with words
I can sing through it just like birds
Possibly what is said without words may be the most powerful force
To evoke your feelings in a way that is smooth not coarse
Music is the language everyone feels
And to which every note the saxophone deals