Enigmatic Masks

Are you blind? Or frightened?
Or perhaps my enigmatic mask works all too well.
If your eyes weren’t traitors, I’d never have guessed.

Every flicker of blue gives you away.
For a split second, there is no doubt.
Then the sensation evaporates as sand scattered by time’s breath.

The silences speak loudest.
Quiet intentions bump shoulders
Then tiptoe on and lose their way amongst speech.

So talented in our roles.
The audience would never stop to think.
But as actors we can sense the peeling of our characters paints.

…
To know this as fact is all i need now.
Till then, we don our masks.