you might think i’m just
a 15 year old boy
with brown hair
and brown eyes
but I know I am more
way more than that
not an alien or a dinosaur
not a butterfly or plant
but a grand Piano
a swift,rich sounding piano.
When I am down in the dumps
or in solitude
when I go home and stare at my empty ceiling
listening to sad songs on my radio
I am a piano stuck.
My ivory keys welded together
children crying
wanting me to play on
but when I do play
my piano takes off again
little children heads sway with the rhythm
and present toothy grins again
I become the great Beethoven
with my fast fingers hard at work
surprising everyone with my sudden moves i begin to accelerate faster
faster…
faster…
then suddenly come to a stop
running out of notes.
Then I begin to pound on the ivory keys making a rhythmic
beat.
The brown-haired boy is a grand piano
full of music,slow,fast,and unpredictable