Second Grade, Part Three
"That's an A-flat," I told my music teacher.
"That's middle C," I said, when she played the next note.
"That one's easy, it's G," I said,
My back turned to the keyboard as she hit the next ivory.
"You've got perfect pitch!" she said, excitement in her voice,
And told me to stay after class.
I thought I was in trouble for knowing the notes without looking.
After class, she told me, "It's a gift from God."
"It is?" I said. "Is it because I'm Jewish?"
"You are?" asked my Catholic music teacher.
"You have a special connection to God.
You can pray to Him directly."
"You can, too," I protested,
Secretly wondering how having perfect pitch
Gave me a direct line to God.