I am a harp that rings the voice of sorrow,
my heartstrings people pluck,
manipulating my mind for their own amusement,
yet still, I wish them joy and luck.

I am a tuba that bellows remorse,
deep echo vibrates through my empty husk,
once this vessel consisted of many affection,
but now, it is all of the secluded past.

I am a drum that strikes rapid frustration,
silence when untouched,
The constant beating always reminds me,
Reality ever struck.

I am a piano that play songs melancholic,
trying to unleash the pain and sadness from within,
but the keys will always be mismatched,
from where my feeling's been.