E Major

I place my fingers on top of the keys
To belt out a simple melody
Instead, the pounding sound resounds.
Coming from deep underground
I wanted it soft and light as I felt
The world wanted something harder.
As the cord was struck by a hammer’s belt
Movement after movement in memorized
Syncopation
Sweat and tears played for no standing
Ovation
When the last tones were dealt
Leaving raised skin
Welts
A decision was made
There will be one less pianist on the stage.