I held my trumpet for the first time
7 years ago on the first day of 6th grade
I was beaming with joy
The world around me was so bright and hopeful
Radiating neon pinks and bright yellows.
Now, as I prepare to pursue music for the rest of my lifetime
The world is no longer bright and colorful
But rather filled with rich maroons and majestic shades of purple
My trumpet has matured with me
It is symbolism of my hard work and dedication
When I pick up my horn
Gently placing it upon my lips to play a sweet, sweet melody
The world becomes so rich and peaceful
It’s almost as if the world pauses for just a moment
To hear the powerful, vibrant sound of the trumpet
When the world stops to listen
A deep, marbled purple seeps out
Surrounding the air with a beautiful song
Once the color begins to fade and I gently set the trumpet back into the case
A layer of maroon pollutes the air
Begging for more of the soft tune
Desperately attempting to bring the dark purple out once more
The maroon does not fade until the purple seeps back into the sky
Surrounding everyone and everything around
The maroon acts as a reminder to everyone
That the rich purple will be around again.
What was once innocence and excitement
Has morphed into thick elegance, blessing the world with its song
The world continues to beg for the luscious tone to surround it once again
And that, it will receive.
About the Creator
Samantha Jarvis
18, Attending University of North Texas in the fall, class of 2025




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