I walked across the stage, my
I perched on the edge
of the comfortable piano bench.
My hands are frozen in the air above the keys of the golden piano
for a moment. Then, I
play, my fingers gracefully pushing each key as if it was made of pure crystal.
the music is awkward but quickly, the
stage fades away as my feelings pour
into the music. And I remember
that it doesn't matter if the
piano is rotting wood or real
this moment that is
Finally, the piece ends, and I stand
silently and take a brief bow before
striding off stage.
Behind me, the applause
follows, resounding like
golden notes in my mind.