The concert

This suit is annoying.
I hate how I look.
My violin in hand.
Ready to sing.
I go on stage.
And hear the applause.
All eyes on me.
Lights shining hotly.
I sit in the chair.
And face the crowd.
I sit up for my song.
I raise my bow slowly.
All for effect.
A slow song to relax.
Beautiful and mellow.
The crowd listens intently.
Waiting for a change.
1 song done now for the next.
Fast and furious.
My hands moving fast.
The notes coming perfect.
Fire and flames in my hands.
All for the crowd to hear.
Painful solos.
Excruciating passages.
Special techniques.
An art in itself.
Now the end my third song.
Somber and dark.
The crowd weeps...
At the sadness.
The pain in the notes.
No one knows who this song is for.
I finish and stand bowing gracefully.
They applause and weep.
Encore is yelled.
I stop and think.
Just one more.
Its all for you.
I take my seat and begin again.
No music in front of me.
My stand cast aside.
Freeform music.
Unplanned and unrehearsed.
I played again for you.
My final song bringing tears.
A raining auditorium.
As I finished.
But no more tears fall.
No more applause.
Cause that was my last.
I never played again.
Cause I lost what I needed to play.