Working the Room

Champagneglasses clink together,

Laughterfills the evening air,

Musicset its subtle mood as

Fashionflashes everywhere.

Inthe middle of it all

Youbegin to weave your loom,

AndI can only stand in awe

Towatch you work the room.

 

There’sa sparkle in your eye

Meantfor all the world to know,

Capturedfrom a midnight sky,

Projectedin its afterglow.

Liftingup your audience

Farbeyond the waning moon,

Magicfollows everywhere as you’re

Workingthe room.

 

Otherstry to steal your spotlight,

Butthey can’t compete.

Theyjust fade into the background,

Leftto worship at your feet.

 

Youare every roving star

Fillingup the nighttime sky,

Flauntingwings of fantasy;

Nevermind the reason why.

Findingfavor everywhere to

Chaseaway the gloom.

There’sa celebration as you’re

Workingthe room.