The sun shines down on them like a huge spotlight hung high in the sky the beating of the drums pulses into the ground and into our feet as they march through the streets.
The brass instruments buzz their notes through the steel tubes with twists and turns to no end
The woodwinds play their notes through the long wooden instrument with thousands of buttons
Together the band marches as their music pulses, pulses through the air and inspires all who listen but it all comes to an end, an end... an end that comes too soon
Fuhked · Tue Oct 18, 2011 @ 09:55pm · 0 Comments |