The Solo

Standing there upon the stage, a young girl shivers and shakes.
The curtain is drawn; it stands as the only barrier between her and them.
The ripples give way to shadows that taunt her every breath.
So vulnerable and alone, she quakes with fear awaiting the inevitable.
Heart beating, palms sweating, she runs her tongue over parched lips.
Her throat is dry and constricting, every muscle quivers with tension.
She holds her breath, closes her eyes, exhaling slowly to calm her racing thoughts.
A thin light appears growing steadily, apprehension melts away; the music begins.
Stepping out, she sees but one, peace envelops her as the measures drift away.
Holding out the gift given her, all else is of no importance.
The Solo becomes a Duet, the gift is received and immortality known.