She sat ramrod still, aware of everyone present.
Her heart beat with a thundering tattoo.
An icy finger traced her spine
As she waited tremulously for her cue.
She wiped her sweaty palms along her thighs
And hit the first note rather clumsily.
She pulled herself and concentrated
Soon enough her fingers moved busily.
Like swallows they rose and glided,
Landing on the keys with feather like touch.
Adiago to allegro, trills and tremolos
Only music mattered she knew this much.
Oblivious of the audience she played for self
And when she did so, her music soared.
As she played skillfully the music reached crescendo
The audience clapped and praise poured.
She rose unsteadily to accept accolades
It was a virtuoso performance she knew herself.
The ghost of past debacle put to rest
Finally she had proven self.