The violin’s shrill echo becomes the snowy wind that rustles hair and angers school bus drivers when the large red door pushes open to the dark winter sky;
A trumpet’s piercing vibration presents as the first warm sun of spring, making itself known through the monotonous winter;
A cello’s first long low note resonates as a sinking feeling when exams are being handed back replaced by shaking relief once that red A plus stands out against the tan desk;
A trombone’s easy slide is the feeling of finishing a book—satisfied, yet a discontent aches that refuses to resolve itself until you pick up another book;
Saxophone vibrato is the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you plunge into a pool for the first time that summer, temporarily silencing the world racing around you;
A guitar’s twang is the familiarity of a hug and the distance of lost friends;
A bass’s almost indeterminable sounds are a baby’s first steps—seemingly unsure but calculated to catch your attention.
I treasure music and all it has brought me,
Continues to bring me,
And will forever bring me.