I'm in the Spotlight

The stage beckons, sweet anticipation.
The crowd awaits, a yearning sensation.

The microphone in hand
On this glorious bandstand.

The excitement in my gut and the song in my voice
I begin to serenade the people of my choice.

Singing is my passion, my one true calling.
Singing is my pair of wings, without it I’d be falling.

The interludes reverberate in my mind.
Music is my coping strategy I find.

It’s the air that I breathe, the sunset after a long day.
It keeps me secure like a blanket I must say.

The spotlight dims to a near twinkle in my eye.
If I didn’t pursue this it would be a mere lie.

There is this disease called music
And yes it is my remedy.