Acting

By , Welch, MN
The crowd a black sea, seemingly empty to me
My heart is a drum pounding out the beat for the music
The first note comes out and the beat gets faster
Sweating, shaking, syncopated breathing
Plaintively the last note comes to an end.

Daring to glance back into the crowd
The black sea is now full of faces
They applaud and cheer
Smile knowingly then back away, fading to blackness
Laughter wells up in bursts
Humor then drama a rhythm itself
The curtain falls, then curtain call
Everything ends suddenly





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