Untitled #21 by Paul Ivanov

Clouds of misty smoke fills the cabaret
The darkness embraces the well lit stage
Rhythmic click-clicks and tap taps ring in ears
Leaving no trace for a moment, before
Returning loud and clear, Tap, click, CLACK!
The smoke fills you like a meal
The music carries you to state of hypnosis.
People sitting impatiently in rows, surely astonished
Whispering silent awes, hushing again and again.
Audience a dormant bear, sleeping and waiting
To wake up in applause, "Show's Over!"

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