Despite being stressed out and ready to break down, I figured, what the hell, I'll write some. So I wrote about my favorite pastime. It's a bit difficult to keep to three words a line.

The moment arrives,
That special moment,
He glides forward,
The audience transfixed.
Silently, the seat
Is filled completely
With the aura
Of what follows.
A hand grazes
The gentle ivory,
Now just petals,
Lifted by breezes,
Ready for arrangement.
He is poised,
Hands are raised,
Prepared to meet
The formless keys.
He, the craftsman,
Readies his tools.
His mind sharpens,
Muscles are tensed,
His heart opens.
That’s the instant,
Emotion meets keys,
Soul touches music,
Beauty is born.