a darkened stage under the watchful eyes
of cold plastic and glass,
and the lucky few
who can be only feet away
from something that is
just a show one second
then the next, a wall of magic
i can't analyze
you are so simple
at first sight
just like a planet
is a simple dot when looking
from afar
a little point of light
hiding oceans and continents
of mystery
you sing the songs that others wrote
your songs remain unborn
we wait for this
as though
our next breath depends
on whether some conceited judge
"likes" the way you've chosen
to share your soul
you have a million lovers
in lifeless cyberspace
your voice enslaved
and made them helpless
wanting you
knowing
you'll never be more real to them
than in these fleeting minutes
so this is what
you were meant to be, to do
the singing, yes, but also
the gravity
with which you pull
so many others
giving so much pleasure
so much pain