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