I am the dissonant note
clumsily hit
by the left hand

the conductor winces
as i am played
tapping the baton
he asks to start again
hoping the badly played note
will be a one time occurrence
but it happens again
and
again
and
again

The baton gets clicked
less and less
the monotony of
my wrong tone
begins to become
a part of
the beautiful symphony being played
the brass is warm
and there i am
clinking and clanking
in what eventually
becomes the relief
from perfection
the resolution of the tension

i am
the dissonant note