-Deep Breath-

Panic attacks my senses,
but I know
I must carry on,
despite it all.

I scan the crowd…
There are too many
people I know!

They want
to wish me well.

I hear the beginning chords
of accompaniment.
I'm on in…

I've only just noticed you,
sitting in the front row,
smile on your face.
I know what
you are thinking.
"You can do anything."

I even risk a small smile
before the words
must come spilling out;
somehow attached
to melody and dynamics.