They ask for your best performance. They don't listen to it. You're on the stage, Making your best, Your best background music, Social lube, A pretext so that people can be around each other.

In silence it is awkward. In silence no-one is here. Is something happening? They could be happening. But they won't come.

You have to make it happen. You have to hope they come. And with them there, You are nothing but their tool, That in the end, won't matter.

You do it for you. You perfect your craft because you care. Your art is a discussion with yourself. They can listen if they want to. They're not the audience.

You are here, because you manifest yourself. They can come, sit, watch and listen. They can enjoy. They're not invited, in your discourse.