Music Is My Deity

December 21, 2009
My fingers are gently pounding the black and white keys
My sweaty palms are clenched tightly
The crowd roars, and I feel the magic in the air
I try to read the symbols but they seem so foreign
I take a deep breath-
And let my fingers do the talking
Just moments later they are flying across the board
I feel tranquil, prepared, and unstoppable
I am floating in nothingness and happiness fills my soul
I play the last note and reality hits
The crowd’s holler is no battle for my soul
Music is my deity

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