Hopes, dreams and fears....

My fingers are strained 
from playing the strings 
of a never ending tune...

It seems to be a melody 
No lyrics come to mind 
Silence, a tragedy 

The audience becomes still 
my fingers do not move 
Completely tranquil

All eyes on me 
waiting for it
just wanting more, 
wanting it all 

the pressure builds 
I become more silenced
The air serene, almost distilled

I am the main attraction 
it is me they have come too see
It seems so serial, a complete dissatisfaction

I look into the soul of who sits there
Waiting for me
I have to go, it seems unfair

I bid the audience good night
having not played a note or a sound
They just sit there and stare in fright

My feet are stuck 
I can not move!! 
I yell and scream? 
Can anyone hear me? 
What do you see?? 
Please be gentle 
and handle with care
for I am still but human 
and this you must bare
the everlasting remembrance 
no matter how much you stare
I will stand and scream till you can hear! 

I take a breathe, slowing down 
It feels like, no it cant be? 
I know you are here,  I turn around..
I hear nothing, not a single sound

I turn around and sit back down 

   My fingers are strained 
from playing the strings 
of a never ending tune...