Young Pianist Poem by Donatien Moisdon

Suddenly, all efforts spanning grey afternoons,
through taut fingers seem worthwhile, at long last,
and slaughter Indifference.

New steel, sharpened by so much precision,
absolute energy which fascinates and grabs
everyone's attention.

You, teenager, who for a brief moment
shatters the crowd's snobbish complacency
and makes them arch their blasé brows in awe,
in your body by Music transfigured
I can see the aura of all our future ghosts:
eternal enigma of Art shedding her veils
in front of a recruit, a confident, a priest…