Audience Falls Silent

The audience falls silent last night When my songs shine a bright light. Some fearless folks with fight or flight Some dearest darlings with delight My songs were last in line, The other songs were fine. Yet mine were like red wine You drink it, you’re divine. My voice never missed the bull’s eye It breathes the blackbird’s peaceful sigh. That could explain how they comply To the sound of void they rely The audience remains silent still Could it be chills or just some skill? How were these poor faces so thrilled? My songs are done, the theatre’s filled.