An Introvert's Melody

Before her own domain,
Much less an assembly, she
Favors pianissimo
Though the theatre emits a
Lingering fortissimo
One her voice has met,
And continues so as she pleases
Even if it is not often she pleases
Her every breath needn't be caroled
To this, her company is blind
They paint her yellow, and evanescence becomes her
But ne'er did she ever fear the orchestra
She merely sings loudest in thought.
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This is a revised version of a past poem I've written, that one titled Through The Eyes of An Introvert.