Welcome to Your Stage

The trees dance on the other side of my window, the people swirl around the sidewalks and funnel into the fishbowl that is the green. They buzz up and down the barricaded streets, opinions flying around in the excitement, until they all end up spectators to history while I sit with my guitar, in the eye of the storm, hearing only the moaning of the buildings and the jittery energy that hangs captive in the air.