The stage had been waiting for you; at last
You spread your soul's wings, and your voice took flight.
Your eyes, turned skywards, sparkled like the stars.
That's where you belong: worshipped, in the light.

That was magical, was all I could say,
Breathless, afterwards, to your polite thanks,
Your distant smile, and your turning away
To all your other, saner, fawning fans.

I don't know why I once thought I was fit
To touch your hand; our every moment
Must be everything you want to forget;
My dreams are your dim memories of torment.

It hurts, but if you need that to heal, then
Turn away, forget my love with your pain.