X is not for ..I LOOK

I look
I look at You.
Perplexed.
Not the singular.
The collective.
Individual faces I scan.
To see their reaction.
No applause yet.
I have not finished.
But the wavering in my voice,
The stammers, mispronunciation, the missed lines.
All flow from my feel,
Your feelings.
You rule me more than you know.
My words written to be spoken to you.
Gain flight, Gain life in my speech.
A soft, confident, well vocalised voice,
Streams out of me like a hidden Glen's waterfall.
When you are behind, willing me on.
Syllables canon into words to form a
Pinball machine of bouncing thoughts and
Connections in your mind.
Collective.
Singular.
Then the end comes.
The applause.
An embarrassed
'Thank You'
I do not look at You.
(I am not ready for an encore Yet!)