by Lena Hadley
I heard the first note on a train out of town
A certain je ne sais quoi was ignited
With the flair of a madman, sprung out of my chair
Slammed emergency stop and alighted
Waltzed up and down the boarded up boulevard
Enjoyed the sensation of the silent street
Underscored by the tune of a tuba at noon
Which put the soul back into my feet
Spinning round to the downtown dive bar
A subterranean musical flavour
A menagerie of brass bells and ornaments
Each a new spectacle to savour
She’s a saxophone on a Sunday night
A rollercoaster of instinctive grooves
Dazzling, golden and just out of sight
I’m inspired by the way that she moves
Our passionate energy rises and simmers
She whispers to me at the end of the song
A paradise blossoms from the words that I hear-
‘If music be the food of love, play on’
Lena Hadley (she/her) is a British poet and actor, currently based in London. She loves a rhyme and a good time and regularly performs at open mic events. She is inspired by sensory experiences, memory and current events.