The Lonely Instruments
You and me.
We are in an orchestra.
I am one of the many that are around me, but I am more than what I appear.
You are in the back all alone, the only one of your kind.
Is it lonely?
If you are lonely, are you sad?
I want to make you happy, that is my only wish.
Don’t push me away you silly person.
I’m only here to help.
Take my hand and I’ll show you the world through my eyes.
I play my violin, with perfect strokes of my baton and the strings sing their tunes.
But no one can hear me.
I’m over lapped by the sounds of the other instruments.
The flutes play to high.
The cello echoes too much.
The harp tends to catch peoples eyes from it large beauty.
The clarinets, there are so many of them no wonder they are in the center of all of the orchestra.
When people see me and my instrument it breaks my heart to be thought of a viola player.
Then there’s you.
You’re the only one of your kind and no one can mistake you for another.
You’re the piano, the one and only in the orchestra.
I envy you oh so much, people look and listen to you the most just because you’re the only one there.
I love the sound you make when your keys are pressed down.
So large, yet so delicate.
When I heard but only three of your keys I’m in paradise.
You’re so unique and I admire that.
Your light weighed keys and my low strings.
They come together in perfect harmony when played together.
What’s that, you want me to see the world through your eyes?
I see darkness.
I see no people.
All there is, is a piano in the spotlight,
There’s no music on the stand, how do you know what to play?
On top of the piano I see is what keeps the tempo,
The set gear isn’t its small rectangular gear, it’s a heart.
The tempo hasn’t moved but press a key and see.
You see the heart races as blinding speed, or maybe slow.
I’m out of the world of the piano and see a common factor of a piano and violin.
They’re the only instruments that have an emotion.
To feel pain or happiness.
To follow what the heart wants, not what the eyes see.
To play at any tempo as long as it’s what you want.
And what you want comes from the heart; you play with the pumping of your blood.
If you stop playing it’s like you’re completely different and no one sees it.
Only when tears are in their eyes and their head is filled with truth.
But the piano and violin already know the pain.
They’ve been going through it their whole lives.
That’s why they’re known as the loneliest instruments in the world.
-DemonRiolu
We are in an orchestra.
I am one of the many that are around me, but I am more than what I appear.
You are in the back all alone, the only one of your kind.
Is it lonely?
If you are lonely, are you sad?
I want to make you happy, that is my only wish.
Don’t push me away you silly person.
I’m only here to help.
Take my hand and I’ll show you the world through my eyes.
I play my violin, with perfect strokes of my baton and the strings sing their tunes.
But no one can hear me.
I’m over lapped by the sounds of the other instruments.
The flutes play to high.
The cello echoes too much.
The harp tends to catch peoples eyes from it large beauty.
The clarinets, there are so many of them no wonder they are in the center of all of the orchestra.
When people see me and my instrument it breaks my heart to be thought of a viola player.
Then there’s you.
You’re the only one of your kind and no one can mistake you for another.
You’re the piano, the one and only in the orchestra.
I envy you oh so much, people look and listen to you the most just because you’re the only one there.
I love the sound you make when your keys are pressed down.
So large, yet so delicate.
When I heard but only three of your keys I’m in paradise.
You’re so unique and I admire that.
Your light weighed keys and my low strings.
They come together in perfect harmony when played together.
What’s that, you want me to see the world through your eyes?
I see darkness.
I see no people.
All there is, is a piano in the spotlight,
There’s no music on the stand, how do you know what to play?
On top of the piano I see is what keeps the tempo,
The set gear isn’t its small rectangular gear, it’s a heart.
The tempo hasn’t moved but press a key and see.
You see the heart races as blinding speed, or maybe slow.
I’m out of the world of the piano and see a common factor of a piano and violin.
They’re the only instruments that have an emotion.
To feel pain or happiness.
To follow what the heart wants, not what the eyes see.
To play at any tempo as long as it’s what you want.
And what you want comes from the heart; you play with the pumping of your blood.
If you stop playing it’s like you’re completely different and no one sees it.
Only when tears are in their eyes and their head is filled with truth.
But the piano and violin already know the pain.
They’ve been going through it their whole lives.
That’s why they’re known as the loneliest instruments in the world.
-DemonRiolu