Emotional Strings

I've got a sad feeling,
But I've got good strings.
Every finger creates music,
Every flick is like magic.

Sound is created by the vibration,
Which started from the string's motion.
In every strum you hear a tune,
In the four corners of your room.

The music created then travels through air,
Reaching our ears dwelling in it's coil.
Once perceived will be converted,
By our brain and melted,
Into vast information of what we yield.
Genre is then created.

There's a lot of possibilities,
Like we can get heard,
Or understand the feelings we hid.

There are a lot of music we tend to ignore,
And others we keep on our playlist.
Isn't that unfair,
Doesn't matter how the music is made,
It boils down to what we want to hear.

The effort of the one creating music,
Will be ignored if it doesn't trend in hit list.
And most of times will be forgotten,
Buried in past, until it's forever unheard, lastly Broken.