A Star Is Born

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.