-Listen To Those Keys of Ivory Boy,
They'll Help You To Forget -
Everyday Was Pain, Red Sashes Across The
Hands and Wrists. Face Red with Anxiety.
- Never Miss a Note -
The Cane Bore Down With Such Velocity,
That The Crack Matched the Entailing Scream.
- Hours of Endless Practice... -
- Its For You Papa... -
The Notes Struck with Such Precision, Accuracy
And Intimacy, That the Boys Tears Spattered the White.
- Silence -
His Father Frozen to The Floor, No Expression,
No Sound... "Go To Your Room Son"
- Bare Feet Against Wood -
There Would be No Screams That Night,
No Red Marks to Hide From The World.
- Just Rest -
Crying, He Soaked His Pillow as He Smiled and
Closed His Eyes.
- His Father Sat at The Piano... -
- His Fingers Laced With The Tears of a Prodigy -