Write a haiku chain where you are taught how to play the trumpet.
Instrument of brass,
So eager to make a sound.
Trumpet held just so,

My embouchure formed
Through the mouthpiece, I blow air,
Buzzing with my lips.

My fingers fumble,
Fingers pressed to the valves firm,
Notes come out all wrong.

Patient teacher guides,
A Melody taking shape.
Fingers press valves so.

Practice makes perfect,
Sound waves filling up the room
Notes flow like rivers.

Proudly on I play,
Hear the trumpet's sweet embrace,
Echo through the room.

Trumpet's voice now mine.
The music that I create,
Music from within.