She struck a chord although off key
She heard the beauty
So much noise like an overly passionate remix
Of a song that should have said one thing
To her there was language
In the rough off key finger press of her piano
To the rest of the band class
She was noise
Even after the teacher explained
She would never learn piano
How some people can’t be good at everything
She still showed up for music practice
With a song in her heart
So heavy
It made her consider opera
And Latin as a second language
Some of us will never learn some things
Like how to give up
When all we ever wanted
Was to make enough noise
For people to notice
So after practice
As she walked home
Her teacher picked her up
Explained to her about wasting time
Left out how secretly he wanted an entire successful band class
Explained how the truth hurts
But better learn it now
Than discover it later and feel like a failure
“You’re the only one who feels like a failure”
She said
And the next day
Her bench was empty
Though every note was perfect
And the music teacher was smiling
What happened was a tip-of-tongue beauty
Like something was missing
Even without her
They all felt a little off-key
Circumlocution: The use of an unnecesarily large amount of words to express a single idea.
First line donated by Donie.