Metronome

The metal pointer ticks from side to side.

She struggles with Chopin by candlelight

with nothing but its ticking is her guide.

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Cold steel glints silver in the golden light:

the metronome, her flying hands, her eyes.

The metal pointer ticks from side to side.

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Red silk, soft hair, shine through the glass divide.

A steel machine waits on the other side

and nothing but its ticking is her guide.

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No adversary but herself to fight.

They stare each other down by candlelight.

The metal pointer ticks from side to side.

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Her hands above the keys halt in their flight:

one flesh, one metal, frozen in her sight,

This ticking is a prison, not a guide.

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Her songs and candles glow. One mind, one voice.

The girl at the piano makes her choice.

To fly the stars, a child must leave her home.

It's time, at last, to stop the metronome.

(Inspired by the character Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager)