**Diary Entry**
Life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. My story began one night as I slept, while my dear friend Emily asked me questions to which I mumbled answers in my dream. She once whispered, What would you want mosta Maserati or some other flashy car? All I managed to murmur back was, A saxophone. The next morning, she told me about it, and that seemingly small midnight conversation changed everything for good.
Id always adored Jimi Hendrix and The Rolling Stones, and rock music had been my passion. Yet, the guitar never felt right for me. Music was vital, but I needed an instrument that could truly carry my soul. So, I wondered, Why not a saxophone? It felt unexpected, yet perfectly right.
From that moment, everything shifted. I began playing, attending workshops, and studying at the Royal Academy of Music. Music became my true calling. Over the years, I was fortunate enough to perform alongside artists like James Broad and Oliver Turner. Those encounters taught me that music isnt just about techniqueits a universal language, a way to connect.
Yet these past few years, Ive spent my days on the streets of London, playing for passersby. Nowadays, Im one of the last buskers left in England. There was a time when street performances brought decent earningspeople paused, listened, dropped a few quid. Now, most walk past as if Im invisible. Still, it doesnt break me. I play on because music, to me, *is* life.
At 72, I still take my saxophone out into the cold, even when the temperature barely scrapes five degrees. It might seem mad, but I feel complete harmonythe music fuels me, and the occasional listener who stops for a moment keeps me going. Every note, every breath through the saxophone, carries a piece of my soul, whether people realise it or not.
Musicespecially the saxhas taught me patience, discipline, and honesty. Busking strips away stages and spotlightsits just you, the instrument, and the hum of the city. And in that simplicity lies something beautiful: a raw, unfiltered connection. It reminds me that music isnt about applause or fame, but about touching hearts, even briefly pausing the rush of daily life.
I often think back to that night, half-asleep, mumbling about a saxophone. Whod have thought one word whispered in a dream could reshape a lifetime? It led me herea musician, chasing joy in every note, meeting extraordinary souls along the way.
Perhaps life isnt about what you *have*, but what you *do*. Sometimes answers come unexpectedlythrough a dream, a small sign, or people who simply understand. My saxophone story is one of passion, persistence, and knowing its never too late to follow your heart.
The world changes, people grow distracted, but music remains. It heals, unites, inspires. Im grateful I still get to play, to step onto the streets even in the cold, watching as a sliver of musical magic brushes past strangers. Because music *is* life, and as long as I can breathe notes through this saxophone, Im alivefull of energy, full of joy.
