The Dulcet Tones

Your playing is like an inexperienced foal wandering

Around a field

Like the jackhammer of construction

Like the drone of a helicopter

Like nails on a chalkboard, like a baby crying,

A cat screeching

A walrus tap dancing

A trash can regurgitating.

Like an elastic band hitting you in the eye,

Like a tree bearing blue potatoes

Like a fish walking

Like a hurricane after a tsunami

Like wandering through the desert for a month and finding an empty canteen

Like a splinter piercing your head

Like standing next to speakers emitting a deafening, numbing, chaotic cacophony of heavy metal

Like sitting through a five hour lecture on dirt

Like having a bottle of Axe spilled on you after spending the day at a garbage dump

Like having lizards crawl all over your body

Like waking up at 5 a.m. to the sound of birds chirping

Like the tinkle of childlike innocence gently plodding along

As you play the piano every afternoon at 4.