Baritone Beauty

Baritone Beauty

A Poem by Leumas Relwood

A cheesy poem that describes my affinity for the Baritone Saxophone.


It saddens my heart that some have not yet

Experienced a joy that will never be met.

With a low Concert ‘C’ and a high bluesy ‘F’,

No other hobby will e’er be enough

To fill the abyss that resides in my heart:

A longing to play that sweet baritone part.


The trombones are dandy, the trumpets are great,

The clarinets and flutes I sure do not hate.

The brethren with tubas that play with us oft,

They cannot match us, their notes are too soft.

The altos and tenors, I love them all much,

But matched with our power, they never will touch.


It radiates gold and inspires a smile,

It gives you a pleasure that lasts for awhile.

The stresses and sadness of every day,

It takes them with love and throws them away.

Feeling the music you play in your hands,

Whatever the song, it understands.


Vibrations of low notes shaking my soul,

Melodious high notes making me whole,

Emitting a sound of the Heavenly Chorus,

Improvisation of Jazz:  Fabulous,

The Entirety of goodness hangs on my neck,

The Baritone Beauty: it sounds good as heck.

© 2013 Leumas Relwood

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Leumas Relwood
Any musicians out there?

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Added on February 22, 2013
Last Updated on February 22, 2013
Tags: bari sax, baritone saxophone, sax, music, song, trombone, love


Leumas Relwood
Leumas Relwood

Thomson, GA

I have not quite found out exactly who I am, so I jump from hobby to hobby--from art form to art form--in search of an answer to my greatest question: What am I supposed to do, and how? I have writt.. more..