Out of heals dug firmly in
a groan explodes
Reverberating off bass strings
Ricocheting around the house
Annoying the mother
Exasperating the father
again and again
Dad try hard
gives best advice
girl rolls eyes and slumps harder
Metronome tocks
incessant in the room
Beating out the faults
And to teach a better way
Mozart and Chopin
made gifts
Grace notes, runs
and Twinkle, Twinkle
She has arrived
to show her stuff
Amidst the one one five five
of odes
to better and greater ones
swelling with juvenile intensity
and students caching yawns
and teacher
raining hellfire on group class grades
bound for recycling
The memory
in which she trusts
while sweating
perfectly good fingering
right off the keys
goes black
preparing to demolish
whole movements
one piece at a time
Out there with the remains
of her broken chords
is the one
the teachers kill for
heard at a master class
cherry picked
to come
right after