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Music
Hit those drums with that stick
Let the music flow out quick.
Without music my heart will bleed
Give me music, it's all I need.
The trumpet makes me feel alive
I truly need it to survive.
With my music I exceed
Give me music, it's all I need.
Fingers jumping across the keys
Saxophone resting on my knees.
Lips pursed against the reed
Give me music, it's all I need.
Clarinet jazzing to the tune
Razzy notes make me want to swoon.
Listen, my heart, to this I heed
Give me music, it's all I need.
Take that trombone, let it slide
Let your soul be your guide.
When I play I'll succeed
Give me music, it's all I need.
Give me music, I am freed.
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More on Byron Stripling
More on Byron Stripling
He had gentle controlled power
When he came on stage.
When I heard him
I was overcome with awe.
The trumpet was ordinary silver.
It produced notes
I’d never heard before.They put the best to shame.
He had gentle controlled power
When he came on stage.
When I heard him
I was overcome with awe.
The trumpet was ordinary silver.
It produced notes
I’d never heard before.They put the best to shame.
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Byron Stripling,
jazz,
silver,
trumpet,
writing prompts
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