Ode To Music Playing Poem by Della Perry

Jerk at the metal of a six string
like a monkey fractures nut shells on rocks
Strike manically at the keyboards teeth
like an author edits on an ancient typewriter
To generate soothing sounds on a violin
like the mythical Holmes could
Oh, to decant my soul
My heartfelt reflections into such melodies
I endeavor,
I have no commitment to learn the instruments avidly
As the notes merge into a black mass
I get bored, I sigh
The words keep floating on the chords of why
So I pen sometimes
And even that is inadequate.