'fare ye well' kind friends
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
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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.
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.
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 ....
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
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.
what a wonderfully invigorating comment dear Fey, so glad you enjoyed it,
thanks for taking the time to support
L.B. I do like how you build up to the beginning of play, the pressure, the fear, the excitement. Well done!
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
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.
Andy
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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