A Trumpet Player's Mind

by LexieLu000

This is just a poem that I wrote!Come on you know you want to review!Come on!You know you want to!Rated T just in case

A Trumpet Player's Mind

I am a Trumpet player

I wonder what goes through people's mind when I play

I hear the song What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

I see the soft beautiful glow of my trumpet in the light

I want to be the best I can be when I play

I am a Trumpet player

I pretend to be a professional player playing in front of thousands of people

I feel the coolness of the mouthpiece when I press it to my lips

I touch the smooth surface of the bell of my trumpet

I worry about if I will still be a trumpet player when I grow up

I cry when I play a slow pretty song

I am a Trumpet player

I understand that I can't play a lot without my lips going numb

I say, patience is a virtue and you're going to really need patience to be a trumpet player

I dream of playing with Angels

I try to play the best I can

I hope that one day I can outplay the upperclassmen in my band

I am a Trumpet player