Instruments

A Poem

By Sinenhlanhla MlilowokuNqoba Maphezabantu


The drums, the bass, the piano and the trumpet

Keep my heart pumping,

When I am overwhelmed by life’s thorny branches,

My back too frail to carry the load,

It’s then that I need my earphones

To let the music serenade my rugged edges

So that I become the person I was before the contamination

Go on, feast your eyes at my attempts

I am a work of art after all

While you’re doing that, I am busy listening to the instruments

For my salvation lies there