he plays so fast, in tempo,
he counts each beat, allowing neither
that one, nor the other a tiny bit of leeway,
how lacking in generosity.
The Bb needs a bit of extra breath
after that endless C#, showing off
her well practiced vibrato.
the flutist is about to pass out
her shoulders hunched over collapsed lungs
the Ab almost a G, the flute pitches to
forty five degrees, the teacher
red in the face.
each miscounted quarter note perfectly
balances a shorted half note
the flutist and pianist finish triumphantly
on the same beat
bowing to thunderous applause.
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