questions for a noisy artist

what demon does your guitar posses
to hold such pathos in her voice?
and how, I wonder how it comes
that you can love a xylophone
and an accordion at the same time,
and add to them a set of drums.

the music flows with you at times,
at other times the earth just shakes
under our feet when the strings scream,
and then I fear the plates may crack
and we shall fall or maybe jump
in the abyss that you create

but then the words - they come to soothe
and when my heart's been tricked
to feel at peace I hear the sarcasm
and the quiet desperation that it breeds;
the noise you make, the love you bring
the open book you are, it makes me sing.