One

The conductor swoops his arms up,
We raise our instruments.
One by one the parts combine to make one,
Join together in harmony.

The first violins, being mighty and powerful,
Conquer the melody for the composition.
However, their fierceness must hold back,
When others need to be heard.

Second violins, more shy and quiet,
Don't devour the sound but play in harmony.
They listen to the first violins,
More critical in times of tranquility.

The violas are next in this string arrangement,
Nobody hears them out in a song.
Yet they are the glue that keeps them together,
That voice in the back of your head that tells you what's right and wrong.
The beautiful cellos come afterwards,
They are the harmony of every piece.
Keeping the melody from hurting others,
They hold back everyone else from bursting.

The bases, giant and deep,
Seem to have no mere part in an orchestra.
Yet, they keep the beat, soft and steady,
Never going out of control.

All these instruments form a large ensemble,
Creating one song when combined.
And orchestra, is just like a person,
With many different parts, but becoming one.

The first violins represent my voice,
How it conquers me and my brain.
I never tend to stop and think,
Before saying what should or should not say.

The second violins are my heart,
How they keep me from going crazy.
They keep me calm,
Most when I need it.

The violas are my brain,
They help hold me together,
Telling me not to be to abrupt,
But be heard.

The cellos are my soft and sensitive side,
Quiet as they are, they make up half of the orchestra and me.
They are shy but can be rough,
In times when most necessary.

The bases represent the more analytical side of me,
Keeping my head out of the dark and always coming up with a routine.
In every song, they don't stop the beat, just as every day, I don't hesitate to continue with my own,
Especially in times of conflict.
These five instruments and parts of an orchestra,
Equal different parts of myself.
How different they may be, is for the better,
As they come together, and combine as one.
An orchestra, or me.