brokenmirrors

One Man Show

On a quiet stage, 

He sits alone.

Slowly strumming, 

One string at a time.

He whispers softly,

Careful not to wander off key.

The chorus picks up,

His face erupts.

Emotions blare,

Previously buried since birth.

His voice rings out,

Piercing every corner of the hall.

Careful to leave echoes,

Long after he is gone.