You were my companion for 4 good years.
Your long slender body.
The glow of you.
How I love to just run my fingers along your body.

Your mouth produces the most beautiful melodies.
Your next is smooth,
And cold to the touch.

I just want to play with you.
I want to feel you close to me.
You sitting right next to me,
And I want to hear ever word you have to say.

Oh the things that come out of you.
The things I hear,
The things they hear.

Your loud,
But I like it.
Your Big,
But I love you for it.

Even when I push your buttons you still let me stay near.
When ever you are sad and lonely I will be there.
We can play all night,
And all day.

The feeling of my fingers flying all over you makes you louder.
Makes you faster,
Makes you sound beautiful.

Your voice is heaven,
Your body is golden,
And your smile makes me want play with you.

You are my saxophone.
My bari saxaphone.
I shall miss you.
We had a good 4 years,
We had some good times.

Yes I dingged you up,
And yes you hurt me a couple times to.
But you were my saxophone,
My bari.

I shall miss thee...
Farwell Bari...
Farwell