My Saxophone

It looks like a gift from heaven
With keys more than eleven
It shines at night
it s gold and silver it is so bright

The touch is silky and smooth
When I rest my lips upon the mouthpiece I am soothed

One blow in and one note out
There is no doubt
A push of a key and there is a different note
A page of different notes that someone has wrote

My sax
One of the many things that is glued to my back