I am not a circus
I don’t possess three rings
Although sometimes
Sawdust clouds my thoughts
I am not a multiplex
With mega-surround sound
All one would hear
Would be tinnitus feedback
I am not street
I don’t mime, balance or juggle
Although occasionally
It would appear as though I try
What I am is music
Acoustic and low
As heard in a quiet bar
After a filling meal
What I am is a small stage
Ambient lighting and atmosphere
A stool and a microphone
A gentle hello and welcome
What I am is applause
Appreciation of an original piece
Lovingly composed
And dedicated to no one but you