Minuet Number One
Prelude
The student sits, perpendicular to the piano
Back erect, fingers curled, knees just barely under the keys
Feet not touching the floor
Eyes bright with wonder
The finger strikes a note
Fermata
The sustained vibration echoes in the small room
Magic
Senses awaken
Souls Speak
Crescendo
The mind connects to the notes, to the eyes, the hands and heart
Staccato
Lightning bolts through the veins and out the ears
Electrifying all who hear
Sforzando!
A curious glance to the left
Towards the teacher, and a smile
Fine
Copyright © Giana Gallardo Hesterberg | Year Posted 2015
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