Sit there, nervous.
Prepare, rush.
Tune, tune.
Musical notes flitter through the air like clumsy butterflies.
Sit there, nervous.
Sweat? I do not know.
Conductor, raise, speak.
Musical notes sit still, hanging in the mind like icicles.
Sit there, nervous.
Bows, rubbing against cold, grey strings.
Rosin particles like minuscule fairies.
Musical notes are now clear and strong, like blood.
Standing, cheerful.
Bow, it is over.
Smile, leave.
Feel proud for, even though I wasn't there, I know you did well.
Musical notes escape hands in the form of applauds.
Poet's Note: So, I couldn't go to a concert that a friend of mine was in and I feel super bad about it. To apologize, I wrote this poem. It's not very good and I feel like there's a lot of grammical mistakes in it, so... sorry about that. ^ ^;
