Topic: Empty Seats In The Grand Theatre Of Life
Here is a poem I wrote for those who like to play music just to themselves.
Empty Seats In The Grand Theatre Of Life
The thrill of talking, singing or playing to thin air
No judgement made on the sounds that are yet to be shared
Without a soul to win or lose no applause
Just a person performing to an empty room
Sitting in a room guitar in hand
No need to hear someone else's sounds
Just the noise in ones head
Playing to the void.
No need for polish for what some perceive as a perfect craft
The music arrives unvarnished and uncharmed
Its imperfections making it real
Embracing the emptiness that feels just right
There is a sweet solace to all the quirks of music unheard
In rooms of quiet radiance
Music flows