He jerks and spins with his white powdered face;

His path to this new style was quite bizarre.

Before, he was magnetic standing still.

There was no rage. There was an inner peace

Which audiences felt within their souls.

He held them in the palms of silent hands.

 

Why did he change? Why this sudden frenzy?

Since when did he become this irate ghost?

We needed what he had: his bashful calm.

We needed his eyes, intense upon us.

But not anger, or even energy;

There is plenty to go round already.