Music Making

• Ebony De Jonge
• Poetry
• 2012

ZOOM! Off to a far away land,
Let yourself drift with the band.
Many songs, many sounds,
We move in leaps and bounds.

Silver, bronze, black and gold,
A bright array of colors bold.
Squeaks, whispers, warm tones and singing,
Many dreams these sounds are bringing.

The flute is a playful parakeet,
The piccolo like a cake, so sweet.
Hear the triangle go TING!
Absorb the harmonious ring.