At the Baldwin keyboard, he sat
Picking at the keys for his scale,
Trying the notes with aplomb
To be stopped midstream
At the discordance of a wrong note.
He started again with nonchalance
And almost reached the lowest note
When a false note crept in.
He was so sure that he had it right,
That it was agonizing for Elijah
To see the bubble burst
And to drown himself into despair.
Never to be beaten,
He started again and again.
With frustration mounting to a peak,
Then, started the ‘G’ scale
And stayed the course
Every note keeping the metronomic beat,
Every note ascending without flaw,
And the descending scale meticulous.
Elijah lifted his fingers from the keys
And smiled with beatific ecstasy.