Saxophone (September)

Now our twenties talk, where we were going and returning names passed on, their unseen outcomes, are steps up the scale we hear as they’re sounded on the saxophone. And clichés a dime a dozen swim into ballads that September kept hidden until now of a value beyond diamonds and originality, likewise, more so only we can conjure quite like this, how it fills the room or drifts from a street corner on the saxophone. And idiosyncrasies of loved ones are keytouches, their characterful travels challenges pratfalls time will tell or heal or flower forth during brackets from the saxophone.