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the mask and skin
that I had constructed
to hide within,
by improvising on my own melody as an
encore--unaccompanied. What followed is
something of a blur.I forgot technique,
pretension, tradition, schooling, history--
truly even the audience.
What came from my trombone
I wholly believe, was my own
Voice.
Laughter, smiles,
a frown, weeping
Tuckerspirit
did sing
the mask and skin
that I had constructed
to hide within,
by improvising on my own melody as an
encore--unaccompanied. What followed is
something of a blur.I forgot technique,
pretension, tradition, schooling, history--
truly even the audience.
What came from my trombone
I wholly believe, was my own
Voice.
Laughter, smiles,
a frown, weeping
Tuckerspirit
did sing