Just My Poems

#125 Performance ±

The three steps
To the enticing
Instrument
I tread slowly
Precariously

I sit down
My fingers cold
Slightly sweaty
I prepare
To play

The first note
Rings out
There's no
Turning back now
Let's go

Finally, I slipped
And slipped again
Yet the music
Remains steadfast
And moves all

Maybe it was imperfect
Yet it was good
Real good