The cold keys.
88
to a piano.
Even
and neat.
Clean
and crisp.
They’re unforgiving.
The nerves are overwhelming.
Beautiful notes dance
through my now weightless head
I hear the melodic notes,
Notes that singsong
and flit through the air,
lighter than a feather.
For a brief moment,
everything
relaxes.
My eyes close,
my shoulders slump.
This moment,
is why I do,
what I do.
With a snap,
everything changes.
Lonely thoughts start tumbling
through my beating brain again.
The nerves do backflips
in my stomach.
The anxiety of it all,
it excites me.