You play sounds out of me
that I never knew could be composed.
I’ve always felt like a broken piano
Or a violin with the wrong strings.
It turns out that I was mistaken.
I was never meant to be mundane or subdued.
Only a saxophone could match pure passion.
When you blow,
you conduct an orchestra.
Sounds of symphonies flow out of me.
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