THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

three

i yelled at him

and scolded him.

how were we going to

succeed at the recital

at this rate?

he bowed his head in shame,

muttering up,

"i'm sorry"s,

but sorrys won't get

me anywhere

close to that trophy.

we practiced for hours

on end,

and i hoped and i wished

and i prayed

that he would play

those damn notes right,

but he continued plucking

F sharps instead.