An Instrumental Life

An Instrumental Life

2002 by Bud Lemire

Anyone can have it, An Instrumental Life

Grab a set of drums, and bring along your fife

Or maybe you prefer, to strum on a guitar

To see if it will take you, somewhere very far

Sometimes it's so nice, to glide on the violin

To know the music, and where you should begin

Many start off, with the clarinet

Before they know it, they are all set

Some say that, I am much like a French horn

It's my Quebec blood, where my ancestors were born

I love to float away, on the sound of a flute

It takes me to a peaceful place, with a parachute

You can make someone's day, with music from a cello

Or a warm smile, that silently is a loving hello

A tuba or a bass, may be what you play

To touch the soul, and make someone's day

The keys to a good life, are not seen on a piano

It's what you do, with everything that you know

An Instrumental Life, is when you're in harmony with you

And the music that you share, is what helps you through