In Defense of Introverts

The world is very bright,
Even the grey mornings.
Each person is a spark of energy -
A story hovers over them like an aura.
Even standing still,
I need to gather my responses,
Animal instincts overwritten 
With theatrical instruction.
My electricity is colourful 
You love the explosion - 
And I love the show 
The performance of eyes,
The magic making a mouth move. 
You say that is life, 
Stop hiding.
I say art settles on a page.
If I want to sit on the gallery bench
Staring at my own painting in the dark
Then I will. 

LJ Ireton