Small Things

I only know some small things

She was speaking to the saxophone in a intimate way

All because she saw in the saxophone a kindred spirit

The saxophone was old

It played fancy all over it many years

But when it spoke simply

She could see its metal neck relax

Any time the saxophone

Played a few repeating eight notes

An intervallic twist

Or just a simple triplet

Repeated some of that over and over

She felt a harmony emerge

I know some medium sized stuff too

But it's the chewable things I really trust

When you make broad connections

I tend to blur

I think it's neurological

And the saxophone said

Maybe so, she sighed

Even small stuff is really hard to say