Reaction

I'm a transistor
I feel the tension
In the air waves
And transform them into sound.
I can pick up
the vibrations in a room
And feel the mood
Like colors on a mood ring
They appear
As substantial substances.
Walking through tension
Is like the prickle and clang
Of barbed wire.
A light mood
Is a giggle.
A dark mood
The drum roll of a funeral dirge.
Sorrow is a sigh with the weight
Of a heavy wool blanket.
Anger is a roaring fire.
Peace is an empty room
Alone with my emotions
And not a sound.