Fear is a fickle thing
Like the heart
When you play its strings
It beats faster as if time is speeding up
The tempo is allegro, make no mistake
I single missed note will ruin your pace
As the hands and brain
Tangle and tighten
Like a vice grip
Strangling signals
Playing a fickle song
The crowd watches sweat drip
Down your brow, in the second act
Silent, at the edge of their seats
As the same mistakes repeat
A rotten note breaks their silence
Gasps break awry
As you smash your instrument
Frustrated
Breathing heavily on stage
Glaring out at the crowd
You realize what took place
And stand there in dismay
Though they applaud..
