'The Nervous Musician' this poem tells the tale of very successful musician, but he is completely distressed and is still trying to cope up his anxiety and would probably never try to overcome it, because of the various ups and downs he had in his life.

 

The Nervous Musician

O, I am very anxious,

I don’t know, what to do,

The only thing, I look up to,

Is an ‘Instrument’;

 

I think, I’m enmeshed for

That heavy load of distress

Every day, with a concert I deal,

But my anxiety never conceals;

 

I am a Musician,

But music hasn’t changed me

Since those days, when

I just began my career with an audition;

 

But only now, I hardly get confident,

I feel that my talents and abilities

Would betray me with no regret,

And that’s where it gets insane;

 

Every time I get on the stage,

Having an instrument before me,

Polishing my spirit, but when

I see the crowded ‘Musical manuscript’,

I just fall back and enlist;

 

Seeing chords and notes of that kind,

For at that moment failure’s what,

I can’t afford, so a successful musician

As me never can play discord;

 

All together I concur,

I am nervous,

But the fear I have, in me

Is the only reason for my success.            

                                                        -Preetham.S.D