A Personal Orchestra

[poetry_zealot]

Sometimes, i wish an instrument
accompanied every emotion:
to cower behind a tangible sound,
to see past seeing.


A marching band to warn
of approaching greed,
the sound of snares gets
inevitably fatter to hide the husk.


An elegant cello,
somberly still with
the starving: its crescendo is
roughly drowned by the trumpets.


An old harpsichord
for that sly swindler,
its unerring pitch will surely
correct those honey-laced words.


And a triangle
so i can call wolf
whenever safety nestles
near my distant doorstep.