Concert of Dreams
55 Word Essay
On stage, my sweaty palms encased the bow,
legs swaddled around the cello,
sat across an audience of thousands,
only one mattered: Yo-Yo Ma
His stern gaze petrifying.
Heart pounding, Fingers tremoring
Bow landed on the string
My world dissolves into a single entity of the cello and I
The sound of magic flowed.
Anonymous. MBBS2 2020/21