The Sunset of Music

My saxophone,
Classified as woodwind.
Though it is more like brass.

People say it is annoying.
People say it is tiring.
But what about calm, relaxing or healing?

The colour of a golden sunset shining brightly.
The sound of a lion's roar.
A texture as smooth as a glazed ceramic.

A sparkling mirror meticulously reflecting anything near it.
It is an elephant's trunk.
A water slide.

The sense of excitement, the joy.
The future that it holds.
As a girl picks it up and plays.
Her heart starts to sing.