The beginning is the toughest, and the beginning is what defines it.

Flute, the youngest
played a melody, played a smile
out himself and me
ran through the woods and

bathed in the sea

unknowing, uncaring 

of what the world was to be
Ignorance sweet

The drum, a young man
thought he had the world by his beat
could play the day in, and slow the night out
had the tune of what there was to be
thumping out of the red summer heat
Zealous will

The violin came next, a gentleman he was

he reasoned,coaxed strong character

out of gentle chords
searched for 

romance, friendship, kindness

to give and to take 

and find an answer to why and was
Unfathomable thoughts

Then came the Veena, gentle and wise
all there was to know, all self denied

a song for the gods, played a reverence divine
played by the shadows, played by the light

she could see and tell

she could feel and smell 

the reasons behind

Wrinkly Wise