Performance Heresy

What's that you say?
Wrangle some words on a page to be read on a stage.
Well OK.
But performing is a distant form from the norm of my world,
which swirls between four walls with an audience that is always absent.
I'm more at home at home, than on a pedal stool, feeling a fool
with lights in eyes and cries of laughter coming out of the dark
ever after. Or worse still - Nothing
just me, going unseen, having left the house,
armed with something great to speak about
that just falls on absent ears
and so it's only as the curtain calls, in tears I fall and realise,
in breathless sighs, there wasn't a point to performing at all.