I see you.
Creeping on in, like a child scared of the dark.
You might think I’d be surprised.
But I’ve been expecting you all along.
I saw you first, on my piano teacher’s hands.
And asked, with pride, if my hand would look like that one day, too.
You see, I thought those hands meant experience.
And I desperately wanted that.
So here, I am.
With just a little experience.
And a long way to go.