The flute begins to dance
And all eyes follow her but mine
Drawn, instead to the beautiful, white-skinned pianist

The long, green dress of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Moulding the shape

The long, slender fingers of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Create the form

The long, red hair of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Reflects the tone

The long, sculptured neck of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Pulls in the heart

Someone somewhere sings
And at stage leftt
A jewel in the right ear of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Catches the light
So captivating
Charmed and amusing

The beautiful white-skinned pianist becomes
A million tiny fish
Flashing silver
Then still as one

With swan-like grace
And a smile no-one sees
The beautiful white-skinned pianist fulfills
An unplayed role
Delicious understatement of her place

She claps her hands without moving her arms
Affectionate and warm
Giving thanks for taking all those eyes away
A timid bow
As the waves of their applause crash on her beach
And standing flustered
Hiding from the lights
That burn the grey green eyes of the beautiful white-skinned pianist
Snatching up her papers
Out of time

©birdsong 2007

Turner Sims Concert Hall, university of Southampton.
Probably happens all the time, but tonight was my first time.

A big night in the middle of a Big Week for Alice.
Playing in the annual City schools recorder concert for the first time.
In front of 300 and she was SO nervous.
messed up many times but enjoyed herself more perhaps than I have ever seen before.
Just me and her.
Another never Moment.

The pianist in question is Helen Reid.
Who is very protective of her images...

Very, very good though.
Inspiring. As you can tell