The Recital

Swept up in a whirl of scales, leading upward, 

Into a heavy afterthought,

The music pouring out of me.

I can barely hear the soft breath, of the pianist, 

The player,

Drawn in by the sweet romance, 

Of the keys, rocking, 

The melody, dancing 

Swiftly.

But it has suddenly gone sour,

The notes sagging, 

Beneath the doubtful hands of the composer, 

Until, finally, the music stops, 

With a depressed sigh. 

A pause, from the audience,

Hands raised,

Quivering, 

For an applause. 

Encore...

...Encore.

Reviews

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. ah, beautiful ... played like a symphony ... you deserve all the applause you need and more ...