330. November 26th
They all watch with great intent,
Glaring down with shining eyes.
Those little round faces turn to us
Following every move we make.
I look away but then there's more,
Close my eyes but still they stare.
I want to recede into a tiny space,
A place never to be found.
Though for now this must continue,
The faces the lights and the music.
Surely any performance it not complete
Without an excited audience.