sock and buskin
sock and buskin

sock and buskin

Held aloft by spotlights and musical instruments

I languidly attempt to break through ambivalence

My delicate soprano echoes in tones morose

And I silently debate my ability to engross

What is sock and buskin or fair countenance of mine?

Verses, reveries and soliloquies intertwine

Though some in the peanut gallery rise to cast a stone

It is merely a reminder that the stage is my own

– love, mia –