Trumpet

s eptember 4, 2020

Playing piano. Singing. At very, early age. But still, there was something missing. Looking, for my next stage.

When I entered, the eighth grade. My musical life, changed. A school band formed. I found a friend. My world, was rearranged.

My friend, was bright and shiny. Was made, of brass and dreams. Small cornet, in a brand-new case. To me, so big, it seemed.

Our band room, was an old house. Placed upon, the school grounds. We practiced, in the “living room.” Made rough, beginner sounds.

Had, some musical knowledge. Applied it, to my horn. So, I did progress rapidly. A brand-new love, was born.

Little, did I realize. Direction, was now set. Perhaps, it was just destiny. Caught in, a cosmic net.

The next year, in high school band. Musical life, evolved. Band, became more than just music. For me, much was resolved.

Now was part, of something large. It rang, internal bell. I had found, a new family. And new way, to excel.

Trumpet, replaced the cornet. Matured, as a player. All-Parish. All-District. All-State. More polished, performer.

The trumpet, was the ticket. Began, to open doors. Led me, to opportunities. It changed me, at my core.

Next, a college scholarship. That trumpet, was the key. A chance, to elevate my life. Provided hope, for me.

Orchestra. Symphonic Band. Gave to me, new visions. Brought about, a transformation. Enabled, big decisions.

The trumpet, took me places. I barely knew, existed. Helped me, to make the big changes. That for years, resisted.

It was a bridge, for crossing. Over, life’s big rivers. Gave to me, a career. It made, my vision clearer.

It also, was a refuge. During, life’s stormy times. A bright beacon, that comforted. Provided, peace of mind.

From first note, on the cornet. At tender age, of twelve. My mind was set, on a new course. My heart, changing as well.

My friend, was bright and shiny.

Was made, of brass and dreams.

Small cornet, in a brand-new case.

To me, so big, it seemed.