

Famosa The stage is set.Famosa by ~beautyinallthings
I stand in the spotlight,
ready to share my soul through song.
Music is my only love.
No one fills a seat,
my audience is only dust,
and it doesn't care.
There is no piano player,
nor a band to back me up.
It's just me, me and the microphone
and our moth eaten red curtains.
"Non famosa sum," I say,
to my empty audience.
The spotlight fades,
darkness fills the theatre,
and I am gone.
