New driver with a car,
a conductor with a baton.
Weaving a coupé in and out of traffic.
Using the wand to dictate tempo.

Soon the driver is confident.
Green means allegro.
Yellow means presto.
Red, slam on your brakes.

Cruising along with no worries at all.
The driver is calm and relaxed.
Music fortissimo….head bobbing.
Fifty in a thirty….who cares?

Until the devil comes out of nowhere,
a crescendo of screeching and crushing.
Red paint on black car.
Panic strikes and the gas is mistaken for the brake.

The rest in a blur.
Hitting high note after high note.
Broken fingers and ribs.
No more directing for this composer.

And the symphony is over.
The audience is in awe.
Amazing Grace can be heard,
Playing from the other car.