Lydia Ding

Light

Months of rosin dusting
That honey brown shine,
Hours of dedication
Spent in a one windowed room,
Bent on improving
Just maybe that one note
Or even the entire passage.
Overwhelmed by tedious work,
Yet stubborn and intrigued.

She is not done:
Never is and never will be.

She presses forward,
Never failing
To discover
Another passage,
A treasure of gold
Waiting to be encountered.
Will it ever end?

Minutes before the naked,

Revealing stage,
The few precious moments,
The only couple moments,
To prove herself.
“Look back at the long hours,
Those frustrations and tears.
It’s now and it’s time.
They don’t know what you’ve done
In fact, no one knows.
What you do now
Proves
Everything.”

Seconds pass.
Rushed excitement pounds
Her heart.

A deep, calming sigh

Into the light.





[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]


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