Rivelus

and the semesterly projects.
From the Mom and the Dad.
From the magnets and the slide.

I’m from the temporary friends,
and the permanent ones.
From the Golden Girls
and the Silver Girls.
From the “if you fit in, how will you stand out?”
I’m from the best friend necklaces,
and the matching fits.

I’m from the Yamaha Oboes,
and Medium-Hard Jones reeds.
From Bach and Mahler,
From Tchaikovsky and Dvorak.
I’m from “Oboes you’re too loud!”,
and “Mark that in your part.”

I’m from “Grow some muscles.”,
and “Think smart, not hard!”.
I’m from watching people leave so soon.
From looking at where she once slept.

Still I wake to the sound of crying,
The sound of music.
The thought of what I will become.