Poem: "Control"

© 1993 by Andersen Silva

I play my emotions like strings
     On a newly tuned guitar
(And I sometimes play yours the same way).

The music that rushes greedily from
     My unique instrument
Is almost always what I intended to play.

But, on occasion, I find that my tunes
     Are discordant, and pour out cacophanies
Of uncontrolled anger, or sorrow, or even... love!

I wonder whether I will ever master the instrument,
     I wonder if I should really want to.
Maybe I should let it scream; what am I afraid of?

Damping one string while deftly picking at another,
     I can alter my external, and even my internal, moods.
Nothing to be proud of...