It all begins with the spectators to her back.
The thrill holds fast, keeping her at the edge of her seat.
She stares on at white against black
And contemplates if she will ever miss a beat.
She remains still, her hands agile and steady,
But, oh, how her heart is pounding!
She knows deep within that this was meant to be!
And when the pianist has ceased to play, the silence is the loudest sound surrounding.
The thrill holds fast, keeping her at the edge of her seat.
She stares on at white against black
And contemplates if she will ever miss a beat.
She remains still, her hands agile and steady,
But, oh, how her heart is pounding!
She knows deep within that this was meant to be!
And when the pianist has ceased to play, the silence is the loudest sound surrounding.
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