Love Poem: Maestro
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Written by: Mike Miller

Maestro

Headphones cup his ears 
Like a sanctuary, a secret cave 
Here he can hide , he is safe 
Crouching behind the sofa

He hears raised voices
Muffled shouts, words become clubs
His mother is crying again
Sobbing as his father rants 

He fumbles for the Jack
Connects the black, curly wire
Like an umbilical cord 
Feeding his soul

He hears the needle touch 
A few scratchy seconds 
Then it begins. He is happily lost. 
His emotions surge and swell. 

His eyes shut as “Nimrod” builds
His school pencil now a baton
Caressing ,crafting, conducting 
Clothing music with movement. 

Now, prince of the podium, 
Blown like a seed upon the breeze
As the music ebbs and flows 
He is free. He has escaped