My Trombone

Out of my trombone creeps sadness and fear,
Dark and Dismal,
Plaguing your ears.

Out of my trombone jumps happiness and joy, 
Light and cheerful,
Playful like a child's toy.

Out of my trombone slithers mystery,
Intriguing, 
Yet revealing as a dark history.

In through my trombone I push emotion,
Twisting and turning,
As inconsistent as the ocean.

In through my trombone I push my soul,
Total and diverted,
Worth more than coal.

Into my music I pour my feelings,
Delicate and reserved,
With many hidden meanings.

In my music you can hear my thoughts,
Speaking without words,
Banging together like pots.

Through my trombone you can feel the air,
Calming and relaxing,
Yet stopping your heart even though nothing visible is there.