brasS

“brasS”

(Part of the a-to-z challenge done using the last rather than the first letter of the title.)


To learn to play is pain and noise,

With bits of brass and felt and spit;

Unnoticed mass of girls and boys

Repeating, yearly, all of it —

 

The embouchure, the lips, the tongue,

A mastery which comes but slow:

A voyage for the rather young,

For some, just practice to outgrow

 

For others, it is more: not just

Another course to take and pass —

It is a part of who they are,

To learn, and to develop

Brass

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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