Thank you for speaking to me at lunchtime from that lovely town

I am still feverish but on the mend

Thank you for sharing the sounds of the street saxophonist with me

For a short while I dreamt of Sonny Criss and Charlie Parker

And the unknown saxophonist who played so hauntingly next to the Seine

In time I will visit the royal town with you again and we will listen to the saxophone

Whilst sharing coffee and light wafers next to our river

In time we will also visit Paris where we will find the sounds of the saxophone

Emerging from beneath the hidden bridges

And drifting along the embankments of our dreams