300 violins play in the background
As words flow out of me like a punctured ink pin
Drowning the paper like a flash flood
They play a symphony to the written sins  
300 orchestrated violins plays their strings
The music
Out weighs the strange annotations on the pages
My words they use as their music sheet
Sounds emanate as they guide there bow over the strings
Following along the music sheets
Penned by me
300 violins play a soft soothing tune in the beginning
But they all start to scratch as they follow the path of the words
Playing erratic and panic
What verbs must I have use
They all seemed to play confused
300 violinist playing off key
Composed by me