Untitled poem

by Alishah Iqbal

The colours and the sound
Instruments everywhere
Colours merged
Eardrums beating
Heart racing
Moving my head
My feet in sync
With the beating sound
I click my fingers
And stamp my feet
Instruments everywhere
All made from something different
Wood , plastic and bamboo
Each sound is different
Each sound is unique
They can be individual
But with each other
They make one
Because united
They are in rhythm sync
They are coordinated
They become eccentric