I keep to myself at this Hollywood soiree,
not out of snobbery,
but out of insecurity.
Pretty faces hover about the gallery;
artwork stands boldly as well.
Of course, the most gorgeous piece is
the master of ceremonies himself.
Mingling in a simple suit,
Mr. Falco is a vision that outshines
what he illustrates himself as on social media.
not quite dark,
but still the utmost handsome,
he stuns the crowd with merriment,
and good vibes.
He speaks about the evening’s contest with just a slight Southern drawl.
He sings and plays his guitar with his country accent at full exposure.
He sparkles in 50 degree weather on a Hollywood Sunday night.
For a patron like myself,
it’s a good thing I keep to myself while
Mr. Falco gives himself to the rest of the gallery…
for I can behold the master at work.