A Piano Concert

 

A Piano Concert

I dreamt of my friend again last night.

In my dream, she was playing Bach,

Wearing a white dress, black shoes

and a large blue ribbon in her hair.

In my dream she was 12 again.

In my dream she played flawlessly, 

as she always had.

This time around, I don’t let her skill distract me.

This time around, I know better.

So I watch her face and realise,

with my adult brain,

that she is terrified.

She is biting her lip, nervously.

Her body is rigid on that chair.

And then, here it is.

A tiny mistake.

She stops, briefly, takes a sharp breath,

then quickly continues, beautifully,

like a true pro.

But it is too late now.

I see her father get up from his chair.

and our piano teacher sees him too.

She steps in and tries

to position her pregnant body

between my friend and the audience.

Her arms are spread and with her hands

she is trying to hold the room steady

as it starts to move and shake.

And in my dream, I wonder what she knows

as my friend continues playing

faster and faster,

And suddenly we are on a merry-go-round

as the room starts spinning,

and everything becomes a blur.  

GloPoWriMo Day 25