How Will She Play?

January 13, 2011
Golden locks on a golden girl
Sitting down to play
Back straight, chin up
Feet dangling underneath

She lifts up her hand
She takes a deep breath
Millions of moments in this moment
The potential

Such a sweet child
And yet with this hand
What she could produce
The tones of her mind expressed through keys

Hovering above forever
An eternity of suspense held
In the palm of the
Innocent and unsuspecting

How she will play
When the clock starts
When the time comes
How will she play?

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