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I unhook the latches that keep my world protected
I raise the cover to revel what’s inside.
As the wooden mouthpiece fits on the barrel
and all the other piece fall into place
I pull out my life saver,
my music,
that I go no where without.

My heart flutters with anticipation of the sound
of the rich lower register
and graceful upper register
of the clarinet.

My fingers automatically fall into place
over the silver metal rimmed keys
covering holes.
It’s a second nature.

The wood has been cleaned
so dirt would fear to land on it
every cork has been greased
and everything has been oiled.
It’s perfect.

My lips form the proper place
I’ve done this so many times
it’s like holding a pencil
I blow a steady,
warm
stream of air
and note almost just leak out.

My clarinet flowingly plays everything.
It makes beautiful melodies
and to-be harmonies.
Nothing better than playing
my clarinet.

This is my life.
I couldn’t imagine it any other way.



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bandgeek2011 said...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 9:53 pm
This is exactly how I feel about my instruments. Love how you captured the feeling:)
 
ThatClarinetPerson said...
Nov. 23, 2011 at 2:40 pm
I seriously don't think I could possibly add anything to this. It is, like, me...exactly. Does that sound really weird? Probably :P Oh well.
 
Jennypig replied...
Nov. 23, 2011 at 3:27 pm
No I totally understand! =) Check out some of my other works! I've written a poem we are band. If you like this you'll like that
 
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