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...