O' Saxophone

O' saxophone,
I tune to thy name
Thy voice unwind in me,
The uplifting of thy reign

Thou has been from ages,
Thy golden chest we pressed,
Thy lip responds to our wavering bids
Unmindful of the nails that pierced

Thy strings immortalize,
Through thy ethereal chords,
I will savor thy beauty,
Like the arm of the gods

Who makes note like thee ?
Thou the bravest of sounds
In thy meekness we breathe,
Thy vocals walks with no bounds

Those sounds thou make,
It awakens and soothes,
Like an opium of the south,
Wantonly high to thy hoots

Thou calm the deadliest,
Thou raise the dreaded
O' saxophone;
Without thee am dented.

Poem: “O’ Saxophone” by Olorunleke Odubote