My Show

Listening to

The radio

Everything becoming

My show

Night rolls around

The radio switching

Tunes

Over to melodic blues

Tears form

In once dry eyes

That held a smile

For everyone 

In my 

Show

Alone now

Without the radio

My voice singing

Off tune blues

The moon rises over

The clearing I sat in

Shining down 

With a soft pale light

As if whispering

You're not alone

Even when

Not on the radio

The world is your show

Waiting for you

To grasp the 

Chance before you

Laying back

Eyes drying

Asking myself

Am I ready?

And allowing myself

To smile once more

For even without

The beat

The world

Is my show