Feeling my heart in my throat, I
Approach center stage,
And I raise my flute to my lips.
The piano strikes a chord.
I begin to play.
Melodic lines flow from my fingertips.
The tones are so beautiful. I know I'm doing well.
My confidence grows.
I have played brilliantly. I smile to myself
As my piece draws to a close.
A second of silence, then
The audience roars appreciatively,
For I've told their story.
My role on earth now fulfilled
Years of hard work,
One moment of glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem