With metronomic regularity,
Life revolved around the sound
Of my bow pulling across each string.
Soft and long till each note sang round,
With the reverb of a fine bell's ring.

Ardent lessons since gone by,
I practiced without rest,
As my fingers moved fine and true.
I attended concerts to hear the best
Snatch virtuosity from the blue.

If I could only play like them,
I simmered in my ambition.
Finally the call to play the part,
I'd waited for, came to fruition.
- Dare I display my heart? -

My good fortune close afoot,
Plunged me into a turmoil
Of misgiving and self-doubt.
I begged the courage to break this foil
Yet afraid to find what I'm about.

But alas, I crossed the stage that day,
Feeling my fingertip scars.
In formal dress without ado
I took my place among the stars,
Grasping virtuosity from the blue.