Silence is pregnant with anticipation. Audience is waiting, bowstring tense, we are sold out tonight. The spotlight’s playing on the velvet curtain.
Waiting, I’m prepared, my denture polished to ivory perfection, my heart attuned to strings and hammers.
I’m at the tipping point of fame.
Curtain raises to thundering applause, smartphones ready. I’m ready for YouTube.
Sitting down, the despicable clown stretches his fingers; knuckles snapped he touch my teeth.
It only takes one swallow and there’s nothing between me and my audience, the spotlight’s just for me.
I have made it to fame with the braggart Steinway silenced.A rerun that I wrote for from my friend John Nixon some time ago. Originally I wrote this, and I decided to rewrite it a little, partly based on feedback, and partly because I wanted to make it a little bit clearer that it’s told from the piano POV.
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June 15, 2016