Calm reserved no surprise cross this plane
Stick to your words unless they’re wrong
Time is left until you stop.  St. Thomas’
Eyes are scanning my face again, but I
Give in and look to the side.  I am no
Longer a man, I am keys I think of hymns
And monsters coming from the collecting
Mass of the damper pedal being held down.
My days now start at seven a.m. and end at
                Midnight I eat and breathe with a schedule
                Now twenty-four keys to mess up. But through
                All the tire and through my haze here is where
                I realize I can’t stop smiling. So what is left
                To say but thank you for taking me? Thank
                You for teaching me. And I hope what
                You give to me I can give back.