I hear it

I can float on the sound that I make.
Flatten string as to change the note when it shakes.
The wood carries said note into the world and my ear drum:earthquake.
I wonder what others do when they feel this confused.
What other instruments are picked up and abused.
I have things, pencil, paper, brush, canvas, guitar. your ears.
If I wasn't a creator. What kind of monster would I be?
If this creature can't create. How can he be free?

Now elephants that paint are closer to being evolved.
Than monkeys.