Clock is ticking
Heart is pounding
Hands are clapping
Curtain opens
All eyes turn to me
Trace my body
land on my face
sweat begins to bead
In the onlookers
a single face
sticks out among the rest
strangely staring
Intense eyes
of shimmering grey
instead of frightening
they coax me to begin
My fingers pluck the strings
as the melody takes form
My mouth opens, then closes
then opens once again
I sing the song
one of sadness
of despair
of pain
The last line
hangs in the air
as the song eventually ends
and I play the final chord
My head rises
Eyes of startling grey
the ones from before
stare into my soul
Clock is ticking
Heart is pounding
Hands are clapping
Curtain closes