A Toddler
Pianist
(To
June Asai)
By Tatiana
Pahlen
I eyed a pupil at the piano,
her nimble hands appeared possessed
with limbs stretched — ten spider legs,
she punched the keys with stormy zest.
Her face transcended finest porcelain,
her Asian eyes – fiery slits,
metamorphosing into baby Mozart,
She lit the room with Chopin and Liszt.
With final stroke she left the piano,
her audience kept shedding tears,
applauding madly to the prodigy,
fiercely electrifying their ears.
March
9, 2000
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2000 Tatianyc. All Rights Reserved.
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