Revised: Love Poem for My Martin

When the crew at the shop learned of you, they marveled at the gift of an old Martin, like you,

a rare saxophone of renown, curved bell with soft sound

You’ve carried me as far as I’ve carried you though we’ve both been bent, and broken, too, and filled with breath

and spit, as you listened when I've spoken it in whispers, just to you

while you, too, have sung this life’s melody, my faithful friend in harmony

(thx, Tellio)