The beating of a solid drum.
The rhythm of a longing heart.
The sequence grows louder.
You can feel each pounding note
as the beat grows stronger.
You look around to see if they can feel it too.
Do they hear it?
Can they see your agony?
As you project your soul for all to see.
You realize everyone in your audience is blind.
Sitting in unquestioned bliss.
Your life nothing to them at all.