I can’t hear it.
Turn it up.
Now get down.
I’m not sure the sounds
like that
are what we need.

Prodigies raging through
The need to please
Pumping the well
Dry your eyes
As each chance vanishes
And you’re not
Mozart.

Siren wailing in the corner of the dance
Balling her fists.
Ready for all of it.
Stay cool
Avoid the punch.
It is what it is.