Where did the saxophone come from?

This work started more than a year ago, and then stood there, silently. Hanging out as it were. It was only recently that I was able to finish it. Seems it needed a saxophone...no idea where that came from! But then, painting is like that most of the time: I have no idea where it comes from. I'm just glad when it arrives! (Although, now that I think about it, the place of no idea does seem to be where it comes from, but since I'm not thinking, I loose track, which, evidently, seems to be how saxophones can get through) saxophone, 115 x 75 cm, acrylics on canvas, july 2011