The Saxaphone!

I looked for love in your empty heart,
I listen;
skip a beat!
But your heart is strong,
It keeps its pace.
Out run me, out run life.
The loser breathes life into his saxaphone,
He can play most anything.
But he too, when he see's you there...
Your deep brown eyes, your darkened hair.
The music stops for just a while,
but enough to live a lifetime in.