There Will Be No Livestream

By Elise Pallagi

Unpublished, 2020

There will be no livestream
I am putting down my fiddle
Rome is burning right now
And it feels like playing is useless

Streaming has got me tired
Art’s incubation in isolation
Not given in a form of socialization
The stream doesn’t have the energy

The power of the room is gone
Replaced by muted screens
The theatre lies empty
Stage lights been off for months now

The chest is barren
No nourishment of a crowd
My belly stings with hunger
Zoom doesn’t taste the same

What does it all mean anymore?
And what did we create it for?
The house is empty
The hunger lingers
And all I want is my food