i played the violin on my wrist
the knife as my bow
the music poured out of my veins and i listened
to its deep red melody
he beat me like drums
and the rhythm pounded in my ears every morning
the drums were punched in
and their stretched skins bruised
she played the flute on her cigar
the smoky tune floated into the raining hazy sky
and the silver tube was hot
with orange coals burning out the end of the instrument
down down down
their duet lasted a lifetime
so they grew old together
and had a newborn note
whose delicate fingers were as the song of the piano is
i pressed the keys gently as i held her hand in mine
just four years old
a baby grand
sheet music fell from the heavens and
littered the streets
and the gutters became blocked
as one's throat would
after witnessing a meaningful song
the music of the people
is an orchestra worth hearing