A Star Is Born
A Star Is Born1 min 235 1 min 235
Flying aloof from the crowd,
In the blue expanse of the sky
Shrouded with white frothy clouds
An eagle swoops down on his prey.
His grace, his precision, his speed,
His amazing dexterity never fails to slay.
The huge auditorium reverberates
As his fingers fly on the keys
The rhythm, the beat, the speed,
I lose myself in the enchantment
Of heavenly music, guaranteed
To hold everyone enthralled.
The grand finale commences,
The boy's eyes are closed,
His fingers gently halt,
A precious moment of silence
And then the deafening ovation,
As the audience rise in unison
To applaud the teenage sensation,
And a Star is born.