Strange Ghosts from Quartz by Wobbie Wobbit

Standing in the empty theatre
Full of strange ghosts
Who foreshadow future faces
Transfixed engrossed

The crew is here now
Setting up the scene
All hands to the job
A greasepaint oiled machine

Air sizzling
Yet all in our stride
Practical
Keep it cool
But inside -
We can taste it

That buzz of a vision realised
Soon to be seen by so many eyes
Moving through a pregnant atmosphere
That's about to burst into life

All for the love of entertainment
Exercising excitement containment
A balance of distance and feeling it
A dance of pretense and meaning it

An abstract theatrical contract
Between practitioner and devotee
Is about to be entered into
For an emotional jamboree

Last minute preparation
To make the illusion complete
Electric expectation
Of a beautiful deceit

The strange ghosts will be real soon
No more empty seats

Butterflies?
It's a butterfly rodeo!
But we know
All part of the show

Steady now

• Comedy
• Spoken Word
• acoustic guitar
• electro
• songwriter
• London