There's a moment when everything accelerates And there's no questioning, things just are. Madly. Frantically. My mind gyrates; Playing wildly, dancing upon each single star. Blurred vision precipitates the tears As I freeze, knowing in my heart of hearts That each word falls upon belligerent ears, And takes second place to your townhouse art. What pain could Monet paint when floodwaters Rise, and it becomes clear that the clearest Understanding lies in the theatre's Eyes? The curtains fall to the finale's dearest Friend, and it's there I pretend that it's just a natural disaster, That this is a craft I still find hard to master.