Sound Addict
The bass runs through my mind
Without the radio's sound
The beat is stuck there
For eternity
I love it so
Because it makes me feel.
With the silvered flute
The sound is soft and gentle,
And sometimes sharp.
With the tube in my hand
I press the keys and blow
And the beautiful piercing sound
Shoots out.
It feels so perfect
To just sit there in my hands
It was like it was made just for me.
I also admire the strings.
The family is gorgeous, and together,
Yet so different.
The guitar, sometimes acoustic and Spanish
Or electric and American
The violin, so sweet,
Yet scratchy.
I wish to be Yo Yo Mar,
With his giant cello
The way he plays
Is magick
Or I could be Vanessa Mae
With her weird violin
Playing Leyend,
Or Red Violin.
The oboe is harsh
Yet also beautiful
With its reed
Put together with two pieces of bamboo.
Harder than the flute,
Yet easier than the violin
I stopped playing
Because I lost the feel
Of the sound.
If I get down,
Linkin Park, or Marilyn Manson
Can make me feel edgy
If I'm happy, Letters To Cleo
Help Me.
All in all
The sound and beat
That courses through me
Is my life force,
My blood,
And my mind.
It is my force
And emotion.
It is me.