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 audinence becomes still
my fingers do not move
Comepletely 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 serreal, 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 rememberance
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...