Bass Clarinets

Born of wood and metal,
A child of winter and music.
Sung from the beauty of a willow,
Sung from the passion of Mother Earth herself


Caressing the mind with music unknown.
Land sways, heavens shake, oceans melt,
As the unearthly, un godly music unravels.
Rich and dark, but poor and light,


Imbedded with the power of love, and spite,
Nothing will stop its beautiful power.
Energy unforeseen and unmatched,
Terrible grace awaits those who set the ears upon the sound of the beautiful child of winter and music.



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