Cacophonies Poem by shimon weinroth

When string
And reed instruments don't mesh
Either too slow or too fast
And cymbals crescendo too often

And xylophones tinkle
accompanied by choral voices

Basses moaning
And baritones groaning
Tenors a-wailing

Sopranos screeching all
All orchestrated
by a dancing

Conductor that pinched
My nerve ends
Frustrated the pulses

My years took flight
Sighing relief
Such concerts take place
Once in a blue moon

I should be more modest
Perhaps my poetry isn't much better