I Am a Catalyst

I am a musician. 

I slave over a measure of 4 notes for hours,

perfecting each detail and creating an emmaculate tune.

Yet there are many more measures throughout the song

that are cleaned up and polished deep into the night.

 

I am a french horn player.

The smooth, gleaming brass reflects my freckled skin

as a skillfully manipulate the triggers and valves.

The metal bell vibrates with power and my air turns

music into art.

 

I am a marcher. 

My body is tested by the heat radiating off of the

asphalt in the summer.  The herd of students

stepping across the field with intention pounds

a beat into my head like bass drum solo.

 

I am a drum major, a conductor.

I have lived through being a musician and marcher and

risen up to place where I can serve other students.

I control the pulse and drive the music.

 

I am a catalyst.

I turn music into art, and art into emotion.

I make music into words, and words into poetry.

I connect them all by understanding their power.

I am a catalyst between sound and magic.

 

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