Triumphant and Royal Sound

Written by: Maygin Creekmore

Maygin Creekmore

The sweet sound cannot escape me 
As it encircles my mind and caresses my soul.
The noise glides gently across the land:
Flowing smoothly with the rivers,
Escalating with the rolling hills, and
Popping with the mountains.

The sweet melody turns violent,
As though it were of crashing nightmares.
  Bittersweet it may be, 
A trained ear could easily decipher 
the madness from the beauty.
It never ends.

Amazement as the notes fade 
Softly across the earth.
The end of the song has arrived.
Still there is no instrument
That could ever be more triumphant.
There is no sound more royal.

The Trumpet.