Piano Joys

You let out gales of laughter
as my fingers tickle your teeth.
You let out your agony
when I pound wrong notes through your system.
Little hammers tap and pound the strings that make up your senses.
You grow old as your voice crackles and its pitch changes.
You have three metal feet
polished smooth by people constantly stepping on them
as they play out the songs written on the creamy sheets
resting in your eyes. You grasp the paper with lines and spots,
not the music until we have pounded and tickled your teeth.

Erika Palmer
6^th Grade, San Pasqual Union