Light on my face?
In the darkness of your life
you came to see me just
-- just for fun
so, here I am.

You were certainly not
expecting reluctant as you are
to see less
to hear more
to listen to a different story…

Torn pages
of a libretto
at the opera
-- your forehead covered
in sweat: surprising twists
and turns… out
to be a whole new thing
a whole new ending

quickly you rush
quivering to take control
over beings and events:
it is after all your compulsion

you rush
but it is in vain
there is smoke
and fake rain
-- for many years
I have been
an entertainer.

Oracles are vain
and miracles undocumented
in this place
where the stage reigns,
far from your pretended truth!

Persuasion at your disposal
opulent décor
eloquent sermon
oratory-while-I
know this theater
is for real.

Excomunication comes
from those lying livid hands
of yours
desperate, you thought
I would dramatize the dreamt magnificence
of your empty church
baroque but
my stage only enhances
the emotions held in the heart.