☾moonpoems☽

instrument

i played the violin on my wrist

the knife as my bow

the music poured out of my veins and i listened

to its deep red melody

he beat me like drums

and the rhythm pounded in my ears every morning

the drums were punched in

and their stretched skins bruised

she played the flute on her cigar

the smoky tune floated into the raining hazy sky

and the silver tube was hot

with orange coals burning out the end of the instrument

down down down

their duet lasted a lifetime

so they grew old together

and had a newborn note 

whose delicate fingers were as the song of the piano is

i pressed the keys gently as i held her hand in mine

just four years old

a baby grand

sheet music fell from the heavens and

littered the streets

and the gutters became blocked

as one's throat would

after witnessing a meaningful song

the music of the people

is an orchestra worth hearing