Emotionless Singers

The music starts…
yet my heart is stuck

The lights are lit
but I don’t sit
the conditioned air
in the artist’s lair.

I take a step
hoping that I kept,
the notes in me
for a performance to be.

The music starts
And I hit like darts
every word and tone
I have taken to hone.

I pour out melodies
of tales beyond seas
yet my heart is stuck
and the music feels flat.

I win the gold
that soon grew cold
for soon I learned,
nothing was really earned.

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