I smell a

wooden stage

Come, let us belong…

Let us enact

Emote

Share space, and

Context.

We’re up here together,

And we sing together again…

Sing, once more

and let me feel your words beneath my skin

Express

Reveal… Conceal…

Pretend to Act

Ah, stage!

Stories!

The stage is set

We flow, in tandem

Words roll between us

They’re like dialogues

Perfectly placed

Rehearsed and sincerely delivered

Except,

We’re on Live

And we’ve never read this script together before

Unscripted

Raw

with polished edges.

The stage is set

It’s the ease and comfort of a rehearsal

No nerves, no pressure

No arc-lights to blind

No audience to watch

The absence of eyes;

Soft, happy, carpeted silence

and a latent pulse.

The stage is ours,

Just You and Me

Characters tailored perfectly

The spot is on Us

And we enjoy it

Devoid of costumes and make-up.

Act II

or maybe Act III?

Post-interval…

Drama, improvisation, rhapsody, plot

How much of this story is fiction,

and how much is Life?

Performers enjoy both, though;

We’ll let the blurred lines be

We’ll make it memorable

This stage, we’ll make it our own.

Come, let us belong…

Unscripted

Real….