Tale of Evan Powell Words by Moo
Art by Michael Weston her brother.

I - Introduction

There once was a boy

born with a gift his parents

tried to stifle from

the time they heard his first word.

His name was Evan Powell.


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II - My Eleventh Birthday

My only gift's hand-me-down shoes.

My parents are watching the news.

Things start to get better

when I get a letter

from Duke's School of Jazzing and Blues.



III - The Letter

It said:

"We want you to come to our school.

We think it would be super cool.

Since you're now eleven,

my wonderful Evan,

we very much hope, dear, that you'll."

(signed, the Duke.)



IV - The Giant with the Bari Sax

My parents don't want me to go.

"Musicians are worthless, you know."

I sit and stay silent

and then there's this giant!

He looks at me and says "hello."



V - He's Playing Very Loudly

The giant starts playing his sax.

My parents are pissed to the max.

While he's jamming his jam,

they yell, "Take him, and scram!

He's yours if you'll get off our backs."



VI - Evan is Allowed to Go with the Giant

So the giant takes

Evan from his parents; they

are still reeling from

hearing the sounds they have tried

to keep from him for so long.



VII - Evan Tries to Object

"I think that there's been some mistake,"

I object, "'cos I never could take

any musical lessons -"

He ceased my confessions

by offering me a small cake.



VIII - The Promise of Future Lessons

And he says "Happy Birthday, me son,

now ye need teh relax, and have fun.

So eat yer confections

You'll have 'nuff time fer lessons,

I promise yeh, once yeh've begun."



IX - Evan's Instrument Chooses Him

We go to the instrument store.

Though I've never played one before

I run straight toward

an electric keyboard

and jam 'til I fall to the floor.




To be continued.