My Greatest FearMy palms sweatMy breathing is staggered.How could something so happyBe something so horribly haggard?His face is whiteHis lips are blood-redI close my eyesAnd bury my headHe laughs at meI scream for my lifeWhy is this happening?Wait, is that a knife?There is laughterThere is wretched music playingAs I sit there tremblingWishing I wasn't stayingOh, that laughing faceYet sad, angry eyesGrins on foreverWhile I sit here and cry.
MusicThere it was. That right feeling. You would have to be a musician to know. That feeling you get when the music is perfectly in-tuneAnd nothing is going wrong.I sway back and forth with the music.The beautiful melody is played out by my hands.There are days when my cello is just so perfectly in tune.And I love those days. I don't want to stop playing those days.With strings, everything can be so frustrating sometimes,Because there are a thousand different possibilities to play the wrong note,And only a few possibilities to play the right note.Sometimes, there is only one possibility.But, I am so thrilled when everything is played right. Sure, I'm happy when I write. But only when things are happy.I live, breathe and die with my characters.If they aren't happy, I'm not happy either.I live with them.But music so often provides such a sweet escapeOf beautiful melodies. When I play simple