My soul is singing
It has been from its creation
For a while,
It was beautiful, peaceful sopranos
But something low and treacherous
Thundered in the baseline
Over time, the bass took the melody
And then the soprano flutes
Were replaced
By electric guitars
The melodic voices
With metal, guttural screams
Something raw
Sending out so many mixed,
Confused signals
Because within I am so lost
My melody faded
Now a cacophony is left behind
Without rhythm, order
And all I want
Is someone else to start
Conducting
