Strings are being plucked,

Music is being made,

Emotions are being portrayed,

And I was being played.

Was it my heart or the harp?

Both are instruments of love,

and are complicated to understand,

but when learnt, makes such beautiful music,

and when broken, is expensive to replace.

Was it my vocal cords or the violin?

Both are instruments of importance,

known to deliver messages of significance,

but depending on how the body of the instrument is handled,

the sound could be violent or tranquil.

Was it my hair or the guitar?

Both are instruments of popularity,

loved and tried by everyone,

but is so easily destroyed by the release of frustration.

We are both used by humans,

So what's our difference.

I can't help but wonder,

Are we tools or instruments?