Collected Sounds

I wonder how I came to be My inner self's best symphony I started out with sweet, sweet blends Inclined to avoid the long-held ends. Came those days of anxious fears They characterized my middle years When sustaining wage and family Was all I ever deigned to see. Somewhere along my merry way I collected noises where'er they lay Unaware they gathered in my brain They caused me neither joy nor pain. They lingered there throughout my life And now they play me like a fife I wonder how I came to be This amalgam of cacophony. FIRST PLACE WINNER Brian Strand's Contest on Poetry Soup