Good theatre makes the hairs stand up on my arms and thighs, Engulfs my mind so much that sometimes I feel although I’m watching it through multiple eyes, Like I’m sat central to the information of the artistic network, Waiting for something to connect and move, something to stick and infuse, Something to trickle right through and satisfy my appetite, Performance is the unique instinct that makes the mind blink and the eye think, On the brink of excellence, I watch excellent performers pour their hearts and souls into the mould of onlooking eyes
