Ears, pulsing beat

L. B. Mek


oh, far that piano waits

tiny silhouette freights 


lashes blinking widely, breezy

glistening eyes stinging, teary 

back shivers - surprised, gentle palms nudge 

counted steps - listless, tepid timid plunge


sipped syphoned breath

lingering shuffled stealth,


squirmy squeaky seating, oops - forgot the bow

quickly quietly standing, flushed-red - wondering how

bending deeper, wilting 

must remember training


eyes resisting, mother’s glowing beam

unclasped lips straining, this - no fairy dream,


posture cranked taught; leather seat retaken

finally - brushed keys awaken

startling notes, sharpening breath-held anticipation

melody forced onwards - bold


fingers - gliding brushstrokes on ivory keys, swift  

shoulders - loosening, fruition of practised readiness 


tap-tapping rhythm with instinctive timing

nerves easing, surrendering to music’s warmth

forehead glistening in exhilaration

mesmeric smile: oh, so very bright!




© L. B. Mek

December 2019

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2021 03:28
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  • dusk arising

    Those early stage nerves before we start playing. The playing is of course the easy part, we have practiced and rehearsed so often to get here. And of course the music is good so now everyone relaxes, self included.

    Yes, I remember similar nerves from early performances which for me began at eighteen and i was solo singing which is even more 'personal' than solo instrument which i later went on to.

    Well depicted piece from you.

    • L. B. Mek

      I'm humbled, I had to imagine these emotions since I never experienced anything like this personally. So it means that much more you could relate to my write.
      Thank you for the reassuring comment and insightful summation my friend.

    • Neville

      this is a splendid bit of seemingly self disclosive poetry .. original and one I can truly empathise with .... I really need to go tune my mandolin ....

      • L. B. Mek

        completely written by trying to imagine the emotions of others as they lived through such an experience, but if it inspires you to tune your mandolin I will assume I wasn't too far-off with my attempted depiction,
        thanks for the enthusiastic support brother, always appreciated

      • Fay Slimm.

        What a beautiful rendering of Schumann and so enjoyed your awesome wording as you describe it all ......... many thanks for sharing both with us L.B.

        • L. B. Mek

          what a wonderfully invigorating comment dear Fey, so glad you enjoyed it,
          thanks for taking the time to support

        • FredPeyer

          L.B. I do like how you build up to the beginning of play, the pressure, the fear, the excitement. Well done!

          • L. B. Mek

            yeah, poetic tools are useful for creating a more specific atmosphere (end rhyme, tight rhythm etc), something different and a fun challenge to dip in and out of 'form' while still trying to convey that human element of the write, lol (sounds so nerdy when reading back)...
            mahalo for your supportive comment

          • Goldfinch60

            Very well written Mek, those early nerves when staring to play at a concert are eventually overcome as the music takes over your body as it obviously does to the young lady in the clip.
            It used to be that way with me but I played in groups not as an individual.


            • L. B. Mek

              brilliant, so glad you could relate directly Andy, you've mentioned a few times you used to play so I was hoping this one would be to your liking,
              as always - grateful for your support my friend

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