In The Afterglow

In the afterglow a trumpet speaks,
Giving voice to a mass of people.
Tired, spent from a night of revelry
and excitement, the voice says little;
only memory of the time past.
A time which was full of fire,
Heat
Connection
Jazz
But the memory is faded, nostalgic but new.
Filled with a new promise;
The promise of latenight and romance
and the union which so defines humanity.
Harmon mute shapes the trumpet's tone,
giving it that voice of chill,
Passion
Fusion
Jazz
A trumpet plays "In The Afterglow".