so many notes
crescendo and decrescendo,
so many to mess up, too shrill, the vibrato
not quite right, it's faster than the pulse of nature
the audience turns away.
one note at a time, the perfect note
that shows up one day, and lingers a couple more
only to disappear at the weekend when another
note pops up beautifully and fades away
until in three weeks, three notes show up
together, and in another month, there
are four, then five, and a full line
of music speaks to them and they
turn towards the musician
and she turns towards them.