I always wanted to play the trombone…

I always wanted to play the trombone…
Music being a barrier from the jagged edges of this world…
I would play softly like cascading willows…
And float away on a sea breeze.

It is a language that doesn’t depend on words…
Like multi-colored frost…
There are no pointy elbows swinging around…
A miracle that cuts through any crowd.

I would play because that is what I want to do…
The instrument, so hard without so soft within…
The high notes like fashioning a house…
The lows like the stone foundation glistening like pearls.

I would ask you to sing or at least hum along…
Absorb the positive energy…
Careful, you must ride it like a surfer rides a wave…
And follow it all the way to shore.

I believe music is a doorway to the heavens…
It is many layers thick…
You may ask, how do I know this…
I spend most of my day learning the language without words.

I love you,

Annie