so lost in the music that she messes up her lines.
there is no grace, no charm
just the clumsy innocence
the pretence has been cast away
the rest remain amorphous, rude
and like a nascent star she is forever shaking
with life and fear and
all that is shrouded from her own eyes
like the autumn and December
and a few words that mean nothing
weary, but she knows she wont sleep
smiles at the sky before
breaking down to weep
the wet light soaks her
and her naked soul drips.