Horn

HORN The song washed over me like shadow and light among fast-moving clouds in unsettled conditions before a dangerous storm But the more I listened, less was the word and more was the song about the sound of a horn It was lurking in the shadows behind the voice of the singer, sprinting with the drummers on the high ledges of rhythm, hidden then revealed then hidden again like a wary big cat in the camouflage of lyrics and the details of score As the words drove deeper toward the distraction of meaning the horn grew bold, leaping across octaves like a mad mountain lion, clawing with gusto at the texture of the melody, dropping its scent on the territory of the singer like a young male in heat with a brass attitude of contrapuntal defiance, dominating the harmony, devouring the music, defining the song!