Slow breathing, son,
as the piano crescendos slowly. Rain drums the car
as we wait for mommy.
I know you're upset,
mad at the wait, but wait.
Hear the fast trills
juxtapose with soft drops
kissing the roof. Sit.
Listen.
A quick look back shows
your eyes are wide. Now
we can chat about Thomas,
tank engine extraordinaire
and Oswald the octopus.
No rain or Beethoven can
compare.
His voice rises and falls,
"fa faff faff fa fa faff"
matching tempo and bombast
to meet the Appassionata with passion.
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