Novice

O’ the care, the gentleness, the time!

To bring these thoughts to fruitful mind.

I see you as a note of music

Waiting to be played.

I see you as a symphonic piece

Waiting to be heard.

And I, having already witnessed the dress rehearsals,

Have cried

For the beauty,

Just for the smile.

I have nothing to lose

Except for my pride

Waiting

In the wings like a nervous player,

A novice, a child.