The Piano Jury

by Elizabeth McGinn on May 6, 2021


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Bright, silent, daunting 

Central to my narrowing vision. 

The floorboards of all things taunting 

My stare returning with derision. 

Every seat with its front bare 

No staring heads in sight 

None but those that at me glare 

Basked in blinding light. 

Should I try to glance? 

Dare I take that chance? 

One with pad and pen 

One with eyes so stern 

Best to look back again 

No, not heartburn! 

Something was said 

Is that the cue?

 No only dread 

One, two