saxophonist by: e.l.

He trailed his fingers against the pearl covered keys, soft smooth, rhythmic sounds, flowed from the polished gold horn, filling the ears of dubious onlookers, not exactly there to hear him play, but pulled in by his b-flat blues scale, played in hypnotic patterns. The sounds vivid like light through a spectrum, poured over those within range of the symphonic waves. Tones like water crashing into your eardrum, a tsunami of triplets, quarter notes, and whaling half notes, that fluttered the eyes like strobe lights turned high. A euphoria takes over, as he played, the crowd swayed, completely in his trance. Sharp G's and high C's create intoxicating melodies, free-formed and adlibbed, into what seems to be a preconscious vibration to tame the mood of the listening soul. And so he played, and the people stayed until the end of the saxophonist experience.