Pianist | A 100 Word Story

#361 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

With trembling fingers and beating heart
She sat up straight in her chair
A bead of sweat threatening upon her brow
There was no backing out
Only thing to do was start

The keys she tapped came naturally
Her fingers played each note
Feeling the instruments that joined in
The sheet music a distant memory
She only need listen to her heart

The bead of sweat fell with little notice
Followed by another
Worried that she may never finish
Before her time would be cut short
Then she saw red upon the keys

She cried and touched her last key.