The Trumpet and Me

Playing loud I lose myself.

Playing proud I find myself.

I wrap myself up in my sound

As I make this inanimate object sing.

I'll make it sing to the world I call home.

I'll make it sing even though I'm alone

Where certainly no one will hear my sound.

I still proudly play my song.

I'll move my fingers precisely

And buzz my lips brightly.

For this thing has found its voice

And it has found it in me.

I have made this thing sing

So therefore it can bring

Me happiness and peace

And transcendence as well.

I have found my song

And it sings along.

I proudly play my song

Until eternity comes.

Until eternity comes.