The Piano Player
By Molly, age 13, California
My fingers brush the keysI close my hands
I flip my coat tail
over the bench
as I sit down
My fingers are in position
the crowd is quiet
quiet
waiting
waiting for me
to carry them away
to bring them peace
with my music
I start playing
I look at the crowd
from the corner of my eye
I see them smiling
this is why
this is why I play
all those hours of practicing
I enjoy bringing smiles to people's faces
my talent
my one true talent