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Crotchets and minims,
The building blocks of rhythm.
There’s moments within them,
But we can’t hold on,
Put the music on pause.
Legato, staccato,
Dancing over the piano,
Can’t let this grow shallow,
Listeners mind’s broad and narrow,
Sweet eyes but sharp claws.
Such grace, such elegance,
Until my fingers swarm with arrogance,
They go faster than my thoughts,
I let go, there’s dynamic overflow,
Crescendo with no cause.
Louder, faster,
Will this end in disaster?
A crowd begins to gather,
No going back now,
Sprinkle on some confidence sauce.
Repeat or retreat?
The metronome echoes my heart beat,
But I won’t admit defeat,
This is trilling,
I don’t want to reach the end of the clause.
Slow down, breathe it in,
Wasting it would be a sin,
Close my eyes and sense a grin,
This moment’s nearly gone,
Brace myself for the applause.