Going through some things in the storage
from long gone days
Emotions were stirring, tears filled my eyes
That was when I realized

I am just like this beautiful horn I used to play
It was called euphonium
And had a sound of wonder
I must say

After some time of playing
the horn filled up with spit
I had to open all the valves and blow out
the waste stuck in it

Then the horn was ready to be played
Again, beautiful music could be made
The sound was now so strong and so clear
Some people even thought it was rare

Going through some old things that day
Made me realize I am also this way
I need to open my valves to feel 
and clear out my grief

When I have remembered the joy and
all tears have been cried
I have both embraced my past and
opened myself fully for the ever deeper
love in life