Recently, someone asked me why I play the horn.
I smiled when I found I could answer truthfully,
Yet the answer was not something I could fully put into words.
So instead, I put it into a story.
A short poem, if you will,
The love that is known simply as the horn.
The horn leaves a feeling of the deepest emotions capable of our race.
Pain, sorrow, joy and triumph can be expressed through its curves,
Leaving you in tears, or laughing in its embrace.
A bond between a musician and their horn is something special,
Never to be replicated in any other passionate embrace.
It is a bond that only the horn player and the horn know.
The composer is the instigator,
The notes the communicator,
The horn the microphone,
And the musician the interpreter.
This is why I play the horn,
The emotions pour out of me.
The answer to the question
Can only be "I love it."