Jazz is Life
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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