114. Between Harmony and Cacophony

In a hallway, sitting crossed,
I find my thoughts a little lost
For in the rooms on either side
Galavants the peace denied:
On my left, a hormoned beat
Pursued by clumsy thumping feet –
Though there’s no tune here for the trance
Techno-pop whips out its dance,
Crippling beasts in heated crowd
As they pant for well-endowed
Rhythms bend them, forward thrust
Until their eardrums almost bust.
On my right, a sweet serenade
By soloist’s skilled promenade;
Cradling cello tenderly,
Coaxing moaning melody,
Jerking bow between tightened strings:
Soft then strong, that rumbling feeling
Until the instrument’s climax
And Cellist’s muscles tense, relax.
One side grinds my nerves for less,
The other pines my heart for more;
Stuck between, neither redress
Tainting once-silent reservoir.