The Violinist

The sound of music
Ringing in her ears
Her face damp
Her hair sprawled
On her shoulders
Her body ready
But her mind unsure
Nervousness crept in
Her hands sweaty
The moment had come
And there's no turning back
It started slow
Her heart beating
The night getting more intense
Her throat dry
The night was almost over
The music died down
Her mind calm
She was glad that the moment
Was over
But at the same time
Wishing that it had
Never stopped.