The maestro’s weaving art

Break time
For coffee and paper,
Saw my professor
With keyboard in hand,
Her eyes in synchrony,
The melody to start.
Swift movements, rapid beats.
Sounds of rising harmony,
Gazing at the screen,
Grazing the keys,
Clear the air,
Calm all down.
The maestro, the professor — 
One into another turned.
Surrounded now
By the concert hall,
The maestro, the grand pianist,
Weaving his art.
Such music, such magic,
No comparison,
None alike.
No more a draft
But now
A finished grant.

Photo of Emir Avilés Pagán Emir Avilés-Pagán is a Ph.D. student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology studying fly developmental genetics.