I made music for a living,
with an instrument entirely made of brass.
Each note I played,
I played from the heart.
With every breath I gave,
I was helping to make a beautiful song.
I didn't think I was taking any chances,
by playing that tuba of mine.
I thought I'd become an expert,
at handling that huge piece of metal.
Until I went to put it up,
and it fell upon my head.
So I suppose if you are reading this,
my love for music,
has made me dead instead.