The stage was set, 'have confidence,' he was told...'fear is yours alone,'
tangled like the matted tresses...windswept as on a gusty day,
walking out on that stage saying, 'I'm not afraid!'
his speech observations scribbled, woolly words...
he trembles like the quaking of the earth,
devouring information as through a straw...
to pluck just one sentence...not stilted, but full of emotion he speaks,
minutes...seconds pass like a roller coaster ride...for one so young he was nervous as hell,
high and low octaves play together like confused tones, distorting...dissonant,
the youth becomes vague...awkward, clearing his throaty rasp, he continues on,
nervous embarrassment slowly melts away,
the audience applaud like the flapping of a hundred pigeons
taking to the skies...wings beating together as one.
His tutor takes to the stage...
turns and smiles at the youth,
together taking one last bow...relieved
the applause resonates through the crowd,
a balance once more restored,
once a boy...now a man.