In The Ears of the Beholder

As he stares out into the crowd,
His heart begins to beat faster and faster,
He looks out into the audience with extreme trepidation.
He begins to form the way his music will be played.
Staring, focusing solely on his instrument,
He strums his violin, acquiring the tone he needs.
As the audience begins to grow quieter,
He realizes his time is drawing near.
Slowly he draws the bow over his violin.
A low light noise escapes,
Pleasing the author.
Mimicking those he listened to as a child,
He begins his piece.
The chords and notes spread out,
Floating on each person's eardrum,
Bouncing and tickling the inner ear.
The notes play a game of hide'n'go seek,
With each other as another set of his efforts,
Are released and catapulted away from him,
Toward the audience.
The music becomes quicker.
The notes dance with each other in pairs.
They float and bounce up reaching the ceiling,
Once there, they float out into the night.
Each note is succeeded with another, and another,
His playing becomes more serious.
He has a look of pure concentration,
With his conductor.
He moves back and forth with his creation,
HIS masterpiece.
The music slowly fades,
The notes are losing drama
And quickness
The master's involvement fades.
He realizes the audience again.
His mind wanders as he sits,
He sees the standing ovation,
But does not hear the waves of clapping hands.
He stands and removes his music from its lyre.
Reaching the end of the stage,
He knows this performance was a success.

by J. W., Dresden, ME