The Steelpan poem by Krystal Volney written in 2010 from Cosmos and Spheres poetry book

Salutations to Trinidad and Tobago!

We're here with our suitcases sitting below the silver stars at night on a Domingo

And this is where islanders play, all throughout the dimmet and during the day.

The euphonic steelpan is a melody that presents itself as the bevy's culture.

Coruscations of dancing shadows come together as bright lights flicker on the faces of the gay.

Each part of the tenor, cello, bass and Quadrophonic

formulate a glorious puzzle,

that the pan sticks impetuously hit anticipating to unravel.

The orchestras amalgamate playing a mesmerizing song.

The earth had stopped moving to a sight so impressing

As the gravity bounced the spirits of the people into the air along with their costume wear.

They battle in fury against each other amidst twilight in town.

The trinbagonians careen in their own fashion with their spoons and bottles.

Both young and senescent cheer on concurrently in perspiration with towels.

The Queen's Park Savannah is where it all goes down

Or they actuate it on the boulevards while promenading to the steelpan sound.

Conviction in the repertoire as the calypsonians vocalize musical renditions of Kaiso;

The pannists drum in theatrical performances during the Panorama

From the evolution of pan, they stroke Tamboo-Bamboos like stonemason hammers.

O national instrument of Trinidad and Tobago, so greatly loved all o'er the world.

And as far as the imagination goes and where the light wind blows,

Striped like an Equus burchellii, the season of steelplan ne'er changes

as the boom of the thunder roars in its yard o'er the horizon while chop sticks tap on the steel.

Tell that to the creatures that live far away as we hop on a plane after a week and leave.

Always we visit in Spring every year and with reasons of holiday;

Might fancy the island with dancing tourists, and our muscles they move

To the jouncing and skipping in Port-of-Spain, maddened by the mood with nothing to prove.

And oh! Photographs and videotapes of memories we keep, 

While thinking of the fiesta as we weep.

By: Krystal Volney from “Cosmos and Spheres Poetry Book” written in 2010