Stage Fright Poem by Megan Frame

In my mind I create,
Works and Wonders so Great.
But soon as I draw them down,
I end up with a frown.
I think that you will find,
It looked better in my mind.

When I start to write,
The words won't come without a fight.
I can't remember what I wanted to say,
And when I do, I can't seem to portrey,
The thoughts and feelings I had,
Of happy, angry, or sad.

But when I sit down to play,
The sounds just make me sway.
My hands moved of their own accord,
as notes and harmonies, they just poured.
I fall into sweet bliss,
Nothing is as good as this.

But when I get up front,
The piano Begins to grunt.
My hands don't know where to go,
When I'm the star of the show.