I sit in the kitchen, lips still feeling the buzz as I rest my trumpet on my knee. I feel quiet, but not quite calm. My eyes find the glass of cold milk on the table beside me. As I drink it down, I can see the old clock on the wall through the bottom…

The ophicleide burbles on, the root, the fifth, the root

The music of the calypso starts the crowd's feet tapping

I don't know this instrument but I know what I like.

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The Welsh say they like the unusual,

The quirky, the traditional words

And instrum…

In furious glee, the madman bursts into the room

His beard is dripping ice; his breaths form tiny clouds

His staring eyes dart round the room and soon he'll see

My huddled form, my empty hands; he'll hear the sounds

Of moaning dread that steal from my …

Impressions of Three Campaigns

He's eloquent, proclaiming about the dangers of infiltration, charismatic, he draw people in.

He has such a way with changing the minds of his listeners, God forbid he'll win.

She's evocative of days when I was still …

The arabesque elaborate,

With filigree to decorate,

Is haunting in its melody,

But has a forged pedigree.

The music of the Arab world

Is quite distinct; its heart is curled

Around another stable base;

The arabesque won't know its face.

Its character is …

There's something high up in the sky

I saw it flashing by my eye

And then it soared into the clouds

Its shouted hums, its muffled louds.

I'm frightened, dear; what can it be

That's sneaking there on top of me?

Is it a drone? A bird? A bomb?

Will I be …

I don't know science, but I've heard some stories

Of physics, chemistry, and bio-glories

If I could be as steady as the nat'ral laws,

I'm sure I'd find self-confidence, because

It seems that all the world will just obey

Their mandates strict, no matter …

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