The concert

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.

20 thoughts on “The concert

  1. superb, just been commenting on someone else’s post about their fear of bugs … facing those fears we can all conquer them, such an important message and so well written 🙂

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      1. lol went from your post to another of a lady freaking out about a grasshopper who admitted she used to be a psych lecturer who specialised in phobias .. suggested she apply her own theory 😦

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  2. A beautiful lesson played meticulously with much passion – it’s important to keep going, even if we’ve failed int he past. (Stands and applauds… Bravo!!) 🙂

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