After Visiting Relatives

She has

A room

Dedicated to music.

I have 

A notebook

I scribble in

Between taking notes.

She has three

Shiny instruments

The finest you can find.

I have one

Ballpoint pen

That rests eternally

In my pocket.

She has competitions

Every weekend

Concerts every month

Practice with instructors every day.

I have

an hour-long study hall

And one poem

In one school magazine

Once a year.

She has certificates

Lining her wall

And a shelf 

Full of trophies.

I have 

A cardboard box

That fits in my hand

In which rests

One tiny key

A remnant

Of the only contest

I have ever joined.

Clearly,

She has more

Talent 

Than me.