With the performer goes silent,
and be audience claps unyielding,
a moment stands most noteable,
the interval between end and beginning.
The end of a song,
the end of the story,
the end of something trailing along,
something that doesn't cause one to worry.
The beginning of joy,
the beginning of relief,
not the one being coy,
on contrary to belief.
The silence between,
both inside and out,
warmth is but a dream,
I admit so with a pout.
Something eerie,
something quiet,
something dreary,
something riots.
And yet, in this dark world,
I find myself at home,
for I've been here so long,
not a word leaves my tongue.
And then,
At the end of the performance,
There is silence,
A quiet, murky cloud.
Silence.