Heart's pounding
Sweat's dropping
Hand's shaking
Tick,tock,tick,tock
It's time.
The hall was quite
Packed with audience
Packed with lovers
Hunger for music
She stood there
Giving a bow to show respect
To the audience
To the musicians
To herself
Her face showed nothing but confidence
She doesn't fear as her eyes tell them all
As she lifts her hands up
With full concentration,
Musicians prepare
As she starts to conduct,
The journey to wonderland begins
Every note,
Played with their heart
Every beat,
Played with their soul
So touching, so soothing
Even tears did not cease to drop
As she sways her hand for the last beat
It's the end
Successful, it was
As the hall echoed with cheering voices
Their applause is louder than thunder
Their faces plastered into wide smile
A drop of tears,
Running down her cheeks,
As her teaching,
Her guidance,
Has finally paid off.
Musicians cheers,
While some cries with pride,
As their hardwork,
Their dedication,
Made tonight,
Made this concert,
The best of the best.
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Bittersweet
PoetryOur life consists of a few things -Happiness, Sadness, Regrets, Love, Disappointments. To me, I call them 'Bittersweet'. I started to write poems after an incident. An incident that I would never ever forget. I hope that the poem's I wrote could al...
