The Conversion

Anna was born sweet as pie

Only to fall from grace.

What happened to Anna we knew from church?

Who would sing to strike chords that would ring in our souls

And leave us with a silence that only God could hear?

She plays the devil's noise now...

But every time she picks up that drumstick,

Twirling it around her fingers as the smile spreads across her face

It's gravy.

The crowds clap to the kick of the thump of a whole note--

Half note

Quater

The guitarists wouldn't dare to pluck a string.

And the singer smiles and turns to her.

She flicks her hair aside and grins.

Eigth

Sixteenth--

How does she do it?

The crowd can't keep up with her.

Or with their hearts.