Chopsticks
Symmetry tells asymmetry
It will not work in concerti
The price of seating is too high
The dress too illustrious
As if magma, shards of kaleidoscope glass and diamonds
Collided to create fashion in every booth
She is too uncouth here!
Heaven’s angelic host lays down their wings
Highly lifted up as they sing the only song they know of
The immaculate conception;
Ever greater...?
The resurrection and return
Holy is the only Living God forever yearned for
They do not know who this little girl is...
How did she find herself on stage here?
Garments gauged redrum
Scarlet as the day she came screaming out of her mother’s womb
She hasn’t changed
Her hair is a mess made over by months of slothful impatience
Her peony eyes engage the grand black piano
Her hefty hog’s hooves hobble headstrong to horde it as her own
And this midget of an imp climbs that piano bench
Like it’s a mountain and she sits!!
To bedazzle the masses with
CHOPSTICKS!
She is amazed!!
Grand piano!!!
That it is!!
Her world is lit with tickles of pride
A lesson hid in her heart to repeat
The impression thereof
And all of heaven and wealthy earth wonders...
Who is this?
What did we pay for?
Where is the pianist?
When will diamond rings and the pretty things of Solomon be entertained?
Why doesn’t someone call security?
And they beheld
Lo and lo!!
Here He comes
No shivers up the spine
He was desired
The clap of sleek wing-tipped toes
Target only pieces of the stage worthy to know
Elegancy
Until He makes it there
Looming over this little upstart
The cracking of His knuckles creates cascades
Of thunder all of the dead shall
Soon see come in the clouds!!
And...
He sits?
With me.
And smiles!
While making my measly little chopsticks
His whole reason for being by my side.
Like He was waiting just to play with me
Wanting all to watch and see
How His expertise in handling all these keys at ease
Or pounding them until the ceiling of earth
Learns how to hold His notes
Causes His whole audience to choke on nonplus awe
Because He’s just made me glad to be dinging keys miserably
He’s covering me
So I play His chopsticks for Him
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