behind the scenes

the world's a stage
for hungry eyes
that feed on show
and talent,
on words and bodies
manicured
into perfection,
where life's hidden
under the spotlight
of a becoming,
where there's no place
for those tremulous touches,
those beads of sweat
on line-filled palms,
and cues from voices
heard and thanked
for when they spoke
from the wings,
where every life hack's born
from sitting in the fire
in the greenroom.