Jazz is Life

remembrancer


my melody started with bright and brassy horns

on a triumphant and unexpectedly quick note

But the timbre was muted by deep and violent percussion

cymbals crashing and drums beating the tune into the background

until these discordant notes edged towards unbearable

And yet through this minor key melody wound a quiet trumpet

spontaneous and encouraging

The seemingly random riffing

led the return of the major theme

and the horns swelled while the drums faded

The notes still fade into melancholy

but the trumpet always returns

to articulate my forward movement

to wake the dawn


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