She asked me for a poem about her that never came
And I do not know if it is because I had no songs to sing
Or if I had given up singing to an audience that stopped responding
To an audience whose excitement waned
To an audience who was indifferent and unperturbed with his songs
To an audience who grew bored of the act
She asked me for a poem about her
And I guess this is it
An elegy for the relationship between the man and audience
To the audience whose cheers dimmed
And eventually fell silent
Except there is no consolation here to be had
Only the memory of the room
Before the lights went out.