Author's Note:
Very rough draft. Intend to go much deeper into abstraction or metaphoric description later on with this as the framework. Hopefully the idea comes across properly..



My twelve distinct and different friends
you mean the world to me,
each unlike the previous
yet all in harmony.

Some of you stand side by side,
some on top, below
Some look quite the opposite
when all stand in a row.

Each one unique, each one complete
each one so strong, profound.
Each one can stand up tall alone,
each making their own sound.

Yet bound together you have been,
destined to live as one.
While each remain themselves, unchanged,
new fantasies are spun.

You live your lives in service of
those who call on you
And when your names are called upon
your voices ring so true.

Who would have guessed that only twelve
we be enough to hold
the weight of the entire world
the stories it has told.

Stories past and present you will
continue to tell.
As long as someone guides you twelve
our stories will be well.

My twelve distinct and different friends
how different you may be.
Yet taken from the chaos
commanded by my hand
You twelve make the perfect melody.