The Music Master rose to his feet
Announced the band would now play
The assembled assembly shuffled in their seats.
There was an air of dread within me,
In other places this meant
Five minutes, seeming a lifetime
Where a group of long haired boys
Would find new and innovative ways
To torture not only their poor instruments
But the collective ears of all enduring their performance.
Instead, a group of boys and girls emerged
Each with a music stand
Each with a wind instrument
Not a drum to be seem
Not a guitar screaming within
To be left in its case.
Rather each took their place
A soft lead in, the beat established
And there flowed the coolest jazz.
I couldn’t believe, this wasn’t normal
My first assembly was a shock
I was to be shocked many times
By the sophistication
The love and understanding
These young musicians showed
To their music to their audience
But mostly their dexterity
In producing sounds you could melt into.
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