If Only it Wasn't a Dream

By: Christopher Moore

I can hear the loud silence

coming from the 100s of seats.

The pristine Steinway grand sits right in front of me.

I touch the black bench and feel its leathery surface.

I sit down and realize

the seating arrangements are all right!

The crowd falls silent and I stretch my

arms out towards the milky white keys.

A wave of confidence crashes over me and

I start playing.

My fingers run over the keys fine and the

dynamics and tempo are superb.

The crowd sits silent and in awe.

The voice of the piano transforms into

a deer hopping around a luscious green forest.

An enormous crescendo roars from the piano and

gasps from the audience emerge.

The sounds change into a erupting

volcano with magma oozing out.

The crowd starts to stand up and yells

bravo.

I scale up the piano and a sudden

dinging noise fill my head.

It won't stop. I reach over and

click the snooze button on the alarm clock.

It was all a dream.

A sudden depression hits me and I pull the covers over my head.

Maybe one day that could be a reality.....