Exposed, exhaling
Excitable wood
Fingers on tendons
Crying, like a violin
Symphonic suffocating
Ebbs and dissonance flows
Silently, drums playing
Fleshy chords, struggling
Such muffled and soft
Melodies feel like a loss
Like giving in to a selection
Of a forgotten age
Of feeling powerless
And knowing your music
Is in the conductor’s hands