Crafting an instrument

Soul Treasures

In the orchestra of souls
One needs a space and holes

To make the sound emerge
Of waste one needs to purge

As emptied out from solidity
The melody can flow a free
Of who I am and used to be

No heaviness, no waste
No sluginess, no haste

But perfectly
my own melody

In unisence with all
The air can flow not fall

And can create a harmony
without forgetting who I truly be

Honoring my unique sound
and those of all around

The instrument is me
For all to hear and see

The orchestra of all play and hear every sound
An our mutual music makes the world go round