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Why do we sing? Why do we dance? Why do we play, those cold metal horns? Can you feel the song, I love the song, the way it feels, how it takes control, gentle flutes, the springs loving breeze, or the poison inside, it's heart piercing screech. Trumpet so strong, like a lions roar, it shows protection, or power corrupted. Drums that bang, so loud and quick, you beat to are heart, or do you turn it around? Each instrument, as you play its song, takes control of you, it has something in it, you can feel .. something, something strong inside you know you are making something, then you want more, you want to play more, soon, if you can feel it, you want to always feel it, you want to carry that music with you everywhere, so you wish to know more, this is how I feel, I try and try to learn more instruments, each semester, I play a new one, the power, or magic it holds, to feel what you feel inside of you, to give it your breath, your life, you play out, spread that magic to others, then soon you know that instrument, and you love how it feels, you know what key does what, how to give it breath for each note, to know that you are in control, yet you are not, you are a partner, then to know more, I wish to know more, that knowledge or each one, then to play togeather, to put each instrument togeather, to hear the sounds of one another, to know that you are a part of that song, to hear everyone togeather, its so strong, then there's that feeling that fills the air, and you can seem to grab it and fill yourself with it, like magic, to me, music is magic, it lets you change another's heart, it lets you make a breath into a song, it can make something so beautiful, or so ugly, something fast, or slow, to show power, or peace. Anger, sorrow, joy, love, all have a tune, then to mix them, to put sorrow in joy, anger in peace, to mix like that, I love it, I always have a song in my head, a tune in my heart, every word is the beginning of a song for me, each tap the beginning of a new beat, I love to sing, I love to play, I love to learn a new instrument, to play with those who also play, the music is my life. sometimes, sometimes it hurts though, but it is to strong to stop, no matter how out of breath, how hurt my lips are, I wish to play, to play more, the trumpet, I use to play the trumpet, and still do, when I played it, i felt strong, but it hurt, the high notes, I could feel something behind my eyes hurt, and sometimes after playing this weird, reddish goo would come out, it hurt and some songs I cried when I played it hurt so much, but I still wanted to play, soon I just started to play different instruments, and now I love that knowledge, and wish to let it grow.

blaugh guess I am a BG (band geek) blaugh