A Piansit

by Marie DeVries
January 2011

A Pianist

she warily tests the keys

to the song she does adore

her first mistake she sees

the first of many more

learning notes and patterns with ease

again and again she tries

hours fly by like a breeze  

she feels the strain in her eyes

after a day or two

most of the song is learnt

though there is still much to do

and her fingers have begun to hurt

she attempts it one more time

presses a wrong note accidently

and, as if it were a crime,

she gently slams the keys

it's still not exactly perfect

but she'll soon have it right

and then she'll play it like an addict

her joyful eye full of light