Monday 4 June 2012

the blind saxophone player of sucre

6th May 2012

Sucre, Bolivia

In the town of Sucre a blind man plays his saxophone,
lost within the improvised melodies he projects.

Sensing the crowds pass by, he plays to fans he will never see
but music is his vision and he knows they are listening.

As his fingers surge in a myriad of movements across a dance floor of well-worn keys,
a gentle melody of light rises from his dark world.

Flickering in the sunshine, it rises and falls at the mercy of a breeze
before being carried away by the hum of a passer by.

Playing a final chord, he stops awhile to rest a hand on his brass bound friend
while I turn and fade into an unknown audience.

x


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