Nothing Concealed

The young man stands on the stage
Stripped to the waist,
His blemish-free flesh telling a tale
Independent of his role.
He's required to peel away
A yard or more of sheltering shell,
Depending on the play.
He stokes the dreams of budding thespians,
And stirs the fires of those too tame to act.
The eyes admire, the ears delight,
For his voice is as beautiful as his body,
Equally bare and harmonious.
He raptures dullards with his talent--
Always an amateur, and yet transcendent.
Actors, we say, put on many disguises,
But they also leave nothing concealed.