ode to the band room

when I walked into the band room the first time, I could feel something
I felt the ancient-ness of the room
like as if generations upon generations of bands had played in that room
the band closet confirmed my feelings
it saw me, a timid young soul who thought she knew how to play, learn how to play
it saw us evolve and learn everything Mr. Jazz could teach
it saw us go away to band camp, and come back even better
it saw us go to school on the first day. we were a nervous young bunch
it saw us go to our first football game, our first competition
it saw us in our greatest moment
it held trophies of the greats, and we added ours to that collection
it saw the end of the band
it saw the rise of the Jazz Band
it saw the anger and sorrow and tears and felt my pain when there was no band
the door at the end of my hallway
it saw the new band. it saw us be great too
but, alas, it will be no more
because the football team is kicking us out
we will be in a new building
and maybe it will be great, but I kind of thought the room would be there forever, to see more great things
but no
I hope it haunts them
it is kinda cool that we will be the first ones in the new room
years and years from now, they will feel us, the first band in the new room
wow that's heavy