Ofelia Saunders and her Imaginary Saxophone Orchestra, Part One

“Then I saw the host of angels; their wings were like the wings of grasshoppers, and when they rubbed their wings together, this was the music of the spheres, which I had heard in my dreams, and which I hear today, in the sound of this wondrous instrument of Monsieur Sax's creation.”

An extract from the diary of Ms Saunders. The first page is missing.