"The trumpet is a brilliant instrument." - Dietrich Buxtehude <br /> <br /> <br />Come and come forth and come up from the cup of <br />Your dumbness, stunned and numb, come with <br />The statues and believed in, <br />Thinking this is nothing, deceived. <br /> <br /> Come to the summer and sun, <br /> Come see upon that height, and that sum <br /> In the seedtime of the winter's absolute, <br /> How yearly the phoenix inhabits the fruit. <br /> Behold, above all, how the tall ball <br /> Called the body is but a drum, but a bell <br /> Summoning the soul <br /> To rise from the catacomb of sleep and fear <br /> To the blaze and death of summer, <br /> <br />Rising from the lithe forms of the pure <br />Furs of the rising flames, slender and supple, <br />Which are the consummation of the blaze of fall and of all.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-for-a-trumpet-chorale-celebrating-the-autu/
