Invisible

I sit at the table, an invisible guest. I speak yet no one is able to hear. Louder voices rule the day as the guests hang onto every word. For I possess not the proud demeanor of a conquerer, I have not been gifted with a regal presence. I exist on the outside of the fringes, my power exists within a quieter realm. I observe the small, what lays beneath the surface, subtle nuances, the unseen details. I feel the significance within the spaces, for I am not designed to entertain. I relish in my anonymity, for observation leads to discovery. I feel the significance of the lesser guests and watch them as they imagine their time. Unlike them I do not desire a spot light for within that light I may lose my power. For Verlena's Contest.