In my dream,

I awaken lying onstage. 

The theater lights beaming

Into my eyes. I

Blink hard. 

I try to see the wings 

Of the stage and find

An escape. 

Onstage there hangs

In the air 

The moment about to take

Place. Like a long

Drawn out note 

On the piano

Ringing through the 

House. It sits and hesitates

To remove itself from

The present and allow

The next moment 

To occur. 

This stage is like my life,

Surrounded by faces

I don’t know, overly lit

In the places 

I wish to conceal 

And pitch black 

In the corners where

I want to be able to see. 

My costume is on

Too tight and the

Floor is slippery. 

But still like the Evil Queen in

Snow White I must 

Dance until I die.

Oh the stage fright,

About this dance of life.

But the music queues

The progression of time. 

Leaps and turns 

Drive me across

The black stage and

The audience

Is silent.

Classical notes pour

From the speakers

Hanging overhead and 

My life is their 

Cascading progression;

The pieces of a story

Falling to the stage.