Saxophone in 2050s

XantC

On the flight towards the unnamed new city,

I went down to sleep with the comfort of a dream,

And dreamt about the views in the future.


I. Flowers Grown in Plastic Bags

There was a man walking to me,

Saying “I’ve made an album, please have a try.”

Though Feeling doubted, I took and played the cd.

Then there appeared the saxophone in 1960s.


I walked on, got a glimpse of an old workingman in a fancy six-floor coffee shop,

With glances and frowns all around.

His nose low enough to the phone on desk,

Giggles and chuckles arose every a few sec.

In sudden, the pale eyes raised at me,

The uneasiness scared me off the road.


I then saw a lady walking a Sphynx cat in her fine fettle,

Whose eyes were silver and legs were gold.

I said "What's all happening now, Miss?"

"Where have we reached in space?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of that."

"Isn't the world round and flat?"


II. People Outside

As I continued my path, high walls appeared in front.

Out of the gates, there were also people living.

There were a couple working in the field,

With smiles and fullness comfortably seen.

Nonelectric but flesh arms waving for me to come,

"You seem like a stranger, let me show you around."


I followed them to a music production workshop,

There poets and musicians were having a great talk.

"They are making an album, " the husband said.

"It's about the life here, waiting to be sent in town."

He picked up a copy and played it,

there appeared the saxophone in 2050s.


They then took my hand and hurried to a fine music festival.

There were stages where rockers play The Stones,

And Jimmy Jazz play the saxophone.

He was doing The Improv, the brightest sound in world.


Not long, the wife saw my interest and brought a sax from nowhere.

She handed me the thing, teaching me to play.

I held it as well as my breath,

And blew out the sweetest sound in world.


III. The Saxophone Performer

The landing message sounded then I woke from the dream,

Oh god I could hardly speak.

Soon a strange yet familiar feeling gently overwhelmed me,

A saxophone performer forever lives in.

作于2023年6月