'Let's start with
level flight,' first instructions
the incipient steps
of a long journey
to go back and
retrieve something lost
old musical notes
fallen from scattered pages
with each breath, a reassembly
and healing
clean slate, where to
rebuild strong embouchure
like fresh fallen
snow, molding it together
'Let's start with
level flight,' breaking free
the first wing flaps,
grasping updraft air
to get aloft, moving
upward into sky
old horn lessons, you
never really forget
with each note, an
echo to follow
clean sounds, calling
you homeward from afar
like the first song
you made, again..
‘Let’s start with
level flight,’ hearing whisper
the realization of
what love really is
to come to a point and
understand
old love seeds, now
sprouting green inside
with nothing to gain,
only giving away
clean freedom for
anyone willing to fly
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