Behind the Curtain

Eyes closed, mind adrift,

Concentration unbreakable.

Moonlight shafts through the windows,

Giving up unthinkable.

The rain patters on the roof above,

One solitary foot dances to the beat.

Eyes flick right and left,

Planning the perfect feat.

Thoughts in her head,

Solitude is maddening.

I can plan for others,

but for me just the pattering

Of nothing tapping on the floor,

and the rain on the roof.

Soft hands work with the rough ropes,

a mouth on the microphone.

A slippery plan residing in thought,

one eye squinted, straining to see

what lies beyond the velveteen curtain,

oh,

What a mystery!

Once its finished,

a job well done,

the audience will applaud.

Smoke and mirrors,

Amazing acts,

She can't help but be proud. 

But she dreams

of a world where someone pulls back

the layers.

The curtains she has erected.

Pay no attention

to the woman behind the curtain.