Metaphor for Grace?

One of the tensions in my life is between not wanting to want, and wanting. You may have picked that up if you've been reading. But recently I saw an object that simply bypassed the entire internal debate.

It's a Selmer tenor saxophone. It's called a Reference 54 because it's modelled after what is probably the most famous saxophone model ever produced, the Mark VI, which began life in 1954. (Examples of the ~20-year run of the Mark VI are so sought after that several have been purchased as investments by Japanese bussinessmen, much to the dismay of sax players.) The sound is supposed to be as rich, dark and centred as the original. This particular one is given an antique finish, which means brushed brass covered with a dull laquer. It is so beautiful that it nearly made me cry.

I can't want it because there's nothing I've done to deserve it. If it was offered to me, I would certainly accept it. But honestly, to me it's enough that there's such a beautiful thing, with such a beautiful purpose out there. That's all.