Music is not music until it’s released from the page –

It’s merely notes on a sheet – longing to be set free –

Perched on paper – black on white – waiting…

Waiting for wings – from brass,  piano, banjo,  guitar, voice…

Waiting to soar to the rafters – rising, growing …

leaving in its wake – cold chills, laughter, tears –

clapping, foot stomping, singing along.

Creating connections, memories, feelings of nostalgia.

Free to truly exist – not on paper,

but in hearts, minds, and souls – alive and liberated.

No longer rooted to paper – lifeless…

No longer merely notes on a page.