It lures me

with its melody.

A craving i feel

to push its valves.

Slowly, sweetly

with a soft caress.



I want it to touch

my lips. Let the

warm moisture

help me soar

into another war.



Let my emotions

get the best of me.

As I stand in tears

not my own.



I want it to vibrate

and send a chill through

people's minds as they

hear me play.



People will bow before

a trumpet master. Alas!

Behold a true complete

being. One who knows

all and has many a

variations in his repertoire.