His stubby fingers truculently slap
All possible keys he could fiddle with.
Didactic time change him to lighter tap.
Fingers longer, he plays a perfect fifth.
He catches ruby curtains rise ahead
As his fingers swim across every note.
Withal, he prepares for a bowing head.
Then difficulties hit.  He awoke
To find his needs but loose dreams and grail.
Yet, keeping bowing head, he, fingers, broke.
Growth locking him an internal jail.
Beats of time, unfortunate imminent.
Breaking out, result unpredictable.
He saw curtain glimpse: irresistible.