She sat ramrod still, aware of everyone present.
Her heart beat with a thundering tattoo.
Her instructor’s words rang in her ears
“You have the attitude, don’t do a repeat of your debut!”
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, breathed and concentrated
Soon enough her fingers moved busily.
Like swallows they rose and fell and glided,
Landing on the keys with feather like touch.
Adiago to allegro, trills and tremelos
Only music mattered she knew this much.
Oblivious of the audience, she played as if possessed
And when she did so, her music soared.
She played like she had never played before
Creating a rare harmony for mind and soul.
As she played skillfully and the music reached crescendo
The audience cheered and clapped and praise poured.
She rose unsteadily to accept the accolades
It was a virtuoso performance she knew that herself.
The ghost of past debacle was laid to rest
Finally, she had proven herself.