Musician

I am a Musician.

I always have two jobs;

The first one is to make some sound,

The other is to listen.

I have to use my ear so well,

As I'm looking at my music.

I cannot look away from it,

Or the music I will fail.

I place my bow upon my strings,

And fingers on the neck,

And match my music with the others,

To listen to the music's rings.

And now my hearing so sensitive,

That a tear drop I can hear,

I hear the sounds vibrations,

Whether positive or negative.

All the way from across the room,

I hear a pencil scratch.

And from the hand of the holder,

I sense their endless gloom.

And so I one hand upon the neck,

The other in their hand,

I ask them if they are okay,

For an emotional check.

And when they answer,

We both transform,

I to a musician,

And they to a dancer,

I place my bow across my strings,

My fingers on the neck,

And we create a dance of melancholy,

Though happiness it brings.