the metallic crash
of cymbals
in the summer
august afternoons
working together
to make this
something
important

the deep, low rumble
of bass drums
in the band room
after school practice
trying to get our
bass drum splits
sound like
perfection

the vibrant, sharp ring
of tenors
along the track
marching ceaselessly
uniformity
is what we
came here
to master

the staccato snap
of snare drums
in the commons
the perfect ******
in the perfect roll
found nestled
within
the next try

the commanding yell
of major
tonight is it
we have been working
for weeks on end now
to make this
the best
it can be

one...
two...
dut, dut, dut, dut

our arms are screaming
after this
but this was
the best performance
we have ever done
so we cried
as we
were victors