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The audience cheers as they take the stage

Then grows quiet as the first notes sound,

The notes which weave a tapestry in the mind.

The piano begins,

Its tinkling notes the twinkling of the first stars.

Next, the hich, clear notes of the trumpet,

The rising of the cold full moon.

The smooth saxophone melody takes over

Its notes creating the lazily flowing river

Which runs past the open field,

The velvet grass of the singer's rich voice.

As the gentle breeze begins, the low soft notes of the trombone,

I close my eyes, taking in the jazz ballad.

As the beat of my heart matches that of the drum,

I open my eyes, upon the tapestry of the music,

The picture which has become reality.