Sense the Music

Speak the language

Of a saxophone - 

Pure and golden, 

A glimpse

Of a much-needed rainstorm

In a land

Clouded by drought.

Listen to the flute - 

The enchanting tune

Filled with twinkles of beauty

And innocence.

The notes falling from the speaker

As the autumn leaves do in October.

Taste the soul

On your tongue,

The passion bursting with flavor;

Savor the belief,

The desire of hope,

The echo of the song

Still dancing throughout your thoughts

Even after the final note fades.