Your slender fingers dance across the ivory
Before pushing me from my baby-seat.
Wake up, hurry up, grow up
You insist, ordering me from an early age.
You warn me that there are arguments here
Though the shouting is your personal accompaniment.
I dare not disturb it
Sitting in my room, entranced
By the muffled bellows of the floorboards
That give way beneath me.
My mannikins are frozen in the change of the wind
My camera empty, its batteries dead.
Even my pencil
Gives way beneath me.
You ask me to sing, and I dance for you.
I cannot remember you mocking me then,
Though I lacked balance and my timing was off.
We had to start again
And again we did, audience after audience.
Yet something broke.
Between your harsh words and my bruised body,
And now, little Mozart,
You play on as though to tempt me
To lure me with memories half-forgotten
Back into your realm where my power is gone.
It never left.
When your keys are silent, I sing once more
Under quiet roof and unfinished melody.
You will never hear it
Save for drunken recollections
Hidden far beneath your ambition.
Brother, I gave way beneath you
And happily fell to the floor.