I played by memory,
Timed the breath marks,
Knowing every entrance and rest,
Honouring them with Grace.
The melody never got old
And I nearly lost myself in the music —
I almost missed the universe raise her fist:
Nao dal segno.
I mean, I knew there was more to this song
And some parts I’ve even practiced before —
This refrain looks familiar
— is that a solo coming up?
I must have missed a few rehearsals
And though the signature is changing beat
And the trumpet section has changed key,
I know how to keep time
And just follow the music.