Bleaming lights illuminates my skin.
My eyes polished with fear, my fingers tremble hovering over the keys.
A dim wave of heads sit as they prepare to indulge their ears.
Those timorous eyes fall shut and lungs fill up.
At first, I realease the air through my instrument.
I continue to make a sound until my senses align, I am no longer terified.
I turn those notes into emotions flowing from an extention of my body
The more I play the more I want to engulf the world with my melodic flow
There's nothing else in this moment that I'd rather be doing
There's no where else I'd rather be
At this moment, I don't ever want to stop...