I hate to be conspicuous, and yet
I never move except I write the tune.
I’m not in charge – a pattern isn’t set
by me – I’m just as shadowless at noon
as anyone somnambulating by.
I’d rather you not notice me, but here
and irrepressibly alive am I:
a zillion atoms under atmosphere.

I’d rather never talk before a crowd.
I hesitate before I start to dance.
The presentation isn’t much to me.
But often I’m excited and I’m loud.
Reaching I forget; I take a chance
on living and now everyone can see.