#157
May 31, 2012 § 14 Comments
“It was stuck in my head
for days,”
she said –
“until I sat down
and got it out”.
And for a moment
I am scared to death.
She is eight –
nine, maybe… so small
that it’s hard to remember.
But she is
young
and I am holding
so much potential
in incapable hands.
Build to handle
Hanon,
yes
and made
for mastering
Mozart – my hands
can handle octaves
with ease despite their size
— always much
to the surprise
of the judges –
But there is much
these hands can’t do
for someone so full
of music
that Barbie dolls
and Easy Bakes
are played
to soundtracks
non-existent
until she gets it out.
She is a living jukebox
of latent masterpiece
A composition prodigy
in potentia
She speaks of the piano
the way gravity
would the heft
of the universe –
as though there’s nothing to it
As though penning music
years ahead
of what today
she could read off the page
is just natural.
I could never have taught her
to be this way.
Instead, I must be careful
not to break it.
This is brilliant. “The way gravity / would the heft / of the universe–” Just fantastic.
what a completely gorgeous write!
wow..this is awesome…both, her talent and the way you write about it…just a brilliant, brilliant write
A lovely poem, Jessica– xj thanks for stopping by at http://parolavivace.blogspot.com…xj
Ahh… I love it. Careful indeed.
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This is even better on my third read through.
Oh I love this. My daughter is 10 and taking her Grade III piano exam next week. She’s so good it hurts, but also stubborn and sure of herself in the way we probably all were at that age and won’t be told anything. We’re having to be very careful not to break things at the moment, too. This a wonderful piece. N.
Beautiful writing
Gorgeous, very nice!
gravity and heft, and the pay off last stanza…very enjoyable reading.
This is really cool, for it explores that Consumerist ethic that creates and inspires the world we live in. You have looked into its depths, and brought back gems to ponder, both as to the meaning of it as well as giving pause as to whether we want it to control our lives. Wonderful write.
Whoops disregard that last comment… musta been another poem. As it is, your poem is lovely, showing us this child in all of her potential as well as the conditions that define her physically. You have great insight into her possibility, and the great responsibility that you express in the end fir her genius reminds me if the love and care we should always show towards the creative spirit.
Awed by this. Simply awed.
You use simple words to tell us an astounding story. Both, very effective.
“But she is
young
and I am holding
so much potential
in incapable hands.”
I think you are very privileged to have that opportunity.