A tap of a finger
the clank of the desk.
A melodic rhythm.
Beats begin to multiply.
It becomes more complex.
Now the pen is involved.
A new friend to the usual down beat.
The generic kick and snare pattern.
Using every part of the pen.
Adding hats and cymbals mashed in so beautifully.
An entire set covers the desk.
I have lost all focus on calculus.
It is me and my instrument.
Peace and Tranquility.

“Can you Stop?”
3 words that come off in pure disgust,
as if it were nails on a chalkboard.
“I can’t pay attention.”
Uttered again as a rude remark.
And I felt sorry for her.