Play and read at the same time.

He gave a simple pin
to my youthful, right hand
asked me to hold it
without dropping

that would willow the silence

I couldn’t
and it slipped, gingerly to the ground
and the sound was a note of extraordinary features

it was the first time I played music.
the first noise, not voice
and accidental melody

then, I was more than a chore
I became a creator of delights
and we transcended the chore
of hemming his pants…into a moment of charm.