Can you hear the trumpets blare?
Almost a call, a plead
to get up and dance.
Notes from the piano
simmer and the air teems
with heat and electricity.
The mellow tones sculpt an escape
for the inner beast,
and dye the room lusty red.
The drumbeats build up,
up, up, toward that
explosive thrill and slam
of every instrument letting loose-
at the climax.
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