Valves
The brass band wears black arm bands
Now Ted is gone.
His lungs survived years down the pit,
He was a master of the
Piston valve but now his trumpet lies
Idle, its finger buttons at rest
The mouthpiece cold, quite free from spittle.
The air that made Ted's lips vibrate is gone,
No more the change of lip tension that varied
His vibrations giving notes of different pitch, ...
Monday 11th May 2020 12:41 pm
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