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