Annabelle
Talent Show posters line the walls,
auditions coming up.
I want Mary to try out
but she’s scared
because Stacey is doing make-up
and the rest of her crowd
everything else, except for
lights and sound, which the AV Club
is eager to do.
Mary will have to place her ego
in their hands and trust
it doesn’t get crushed,
like a bird.
Besides, says Mary,
Chopin’s a nerd
to that crowd.
They’ll want rock bands
or pop stars
with bellies showing
or hip-hop dancers
in army fatigues.
Mary plays so well it’s scary.
Her hands dance
across the keys
And I always wonder what she sees:
a forest of silver trees
or a frosted moonscape
of sparkling craters,
the perfect place
for her music to soar
above the galaxy?