The Recital


Practicing,
My fingers walk along ivory steps,
Slowly sauntering at first, then confident,
They skip among ebony guideposts
Laced with arpeggios.
Lazy legatos meander
While staccatos dance with octaves.
Melodies parade in grand scale.
Applause,
Imagined whisperings of
great potential
and unbridled talent
Become a silent aria,
When in reality
My fingers promenade,
Stumble over chords,
Forget the way and fall!