What an instrument...

What instrument could I be? Should I be a violin? A violin says a lot to me. To me, for you darlin. I'd rather be a piano! No... I am unable to Be as colourful as the keys, To the strings, it says. A trumpet, I will be! Metallic tone, see? But it's not made of wood, Such a man, soulless, dead. The doublebass is my destiny, The rhythm of my heart finally. You are the bow and te resin Can already be heard, get in!

Mezei Karsa XII. H