I closed my eyes and I
soared through the clouds and the mist and the
light of the man-made sun.
Streams; streams flowing from my eyes
as my gut clenches on every note and every
pause.
Steams flowing from my mouth
as I channel them to the house; full of listeners.
I am a performer.
Streams; streams flowing from my heart
as I opened myself to the individual critics.
Feel me. Feel my music. Feel my soul.
Streams flowing down my forehead,
coursing through my arms as my family channeled me.
Channel me. Feel so I can feel. Feel so they can feel.
We are performers.
Our hearts thumping as we stole- first, their ears,
then, their minds, and finally, their whole selves.
Manipulate them like we are puppet masters.
Make them excited, make them fear, make them cry
and feed off their cheers.
We are nothing without them.
They are nothing without us.
We are whole together as a musician and song.
We are whole together as a singer and the choir.
We are whole together as performers and audience.
We are whole together as friends and family.
