Good morning, Reverend.
Good morning, Maryland.
Good morning, conservatory
And goodbye.
Goodbye, scholarship.
She’s burned too many
Treble clefs.
Goodbye to Mozart;
She’s outgrown you too.
Good evening DC.
Good evening bar floor.
The powerful coats
Of powerful men
Hang
At the door.
Good evening, sirs.
Good evening, ladies.
She wails at the piano,
Caresses the keys.
Say goodbye, Myra.
Goodbye to Baltimore.
Hello, Torrey Pine Tree;
Sprouting from
The floor.
You are the ivory\'s favourite lover. You make love to every
Key, warbling your poetry. Nothing could kill your strength; not
A gun, not a man.
Not the cutting words of Billboard - a bimbo!
These were the songs of the time, but a little earthquake was already
Taking form inside your body. You killed your inhibition,
Overthrew the chains of silence with your
Roar, made music credited with
Inciting rebellions, a revolution
Ready to spring to life, bashing out violent melodies and
Etching a place in history. Make way for
A girl with hair made of flames and a voice that could exorcise a
Devil.