Saxophone plays in my heart,

I feel it is a piece of art.

My veins are the strings of a guitar,

And life plays the notes in me, the cigar.

I hear the piano in my head,

And that’s the way i stop feeling bad.

I’m walking through my life, steping in tune,

And so my drums are the steps I make on the moon.


I am a jazz tab playing on,

And sometimes my rithm is gone.

Time’s smoking me, and He gets sick,

He’s suffering of cancer, He’s thin like a stick.

But He’ll be running out of cigarettes,

And there’s nothing ealse that He gets,

When the jazzin’ stops, and just the silence’s left,

And He realises that I’ve been just a Death’s theft.


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