Moment Of Glory Poem by Kiyana Kiyono

Feeling my heart in my throat, I
Approach center stage,
And I raise my flute to my lips.
The piano strikes a chord.
I begin to play.
Melodic lines flow from my fingertips.

The tones are so beautiful. I know I'm doing well.
My confidence grows.
I have played brilliantly. I smile to myself
As my piece draws to a close.

A second of silence, then
The audience roars appreciatively,
For I've told their story.
My role on earth now fulfilled
Years of hard work,
One moment of glory.