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