Breaking the Fourth Wall

A love song

I will freely admit that I am a fictional construct:
merely a player on this stage, a shadow
here confined by you, within these walls;
if you will do the same.

I will speak to the crowd but speak only for you:
sing to the balcony a slow soft song,
a dance to the secret music of mime;
if you will do the same.

I will play the games that men and women play:
rewriting rule books with the day-bright
symbols of a long-neglected alphabet;
if you will do the same.

I will snap the chains of some simple propriety:
my head held high in the face of ridicule,
declaring, knee-bent, our everlasting love;
if you will do the same.

Russell J Turner - July 2009