• Hammering against the keys, the boy played

    while his audience was struck silent

    for the sensation of sounds that he produced

    was so intense it was almost violent.

    His expression was one of deep concentration

    as his heart spoke to the crowd

    his love for his craft nearly visible

    as if he had spoken of it aloud.

    The melody morphed and softened

    and so did the young boy's face

    for what once was a boy was now a man

    the boy left behind without trace.

    Gorgeous were the notes, drifting through the air

    and you could tell this was from his soul

    his fingers were stroking across the keys

    and this took from him no toll.

    The song peaked again then rose

    drifting easily to a close

    the man hammered his last note

    then quietly he rose.

    The man blinked and was a boy again

    and amazement streaked his face

    as he noticed his audience standing

    his heart began to race.

    They were giving him a standing ove

    and a grin split his features

    his face burned deep red with pride

    as he beamed up at the creatures.

    The boy's teacher gave him a single rose

    and he found his way out of the room

    the crowd was still in frenzied uproar

    and the boy's heart was in full bloom.