A Heart Too Opened

Now it occurs to me
Whatever respect I may have had from anyone
Could be gone in the flash
Of ink on page
Because originality was not appeased
Instead a song writ from a pained heart
controlled the the pen
After the last streamer falls
And the last of the confetti has twirled it's way to the floor
The silence looms, the mess revealed
and the music is gone
Imagination will suffer a forceful blow
And so I brace for it
Standing beneath the pointed fingers of the accusers
Awaiting sentence for the crime
of showing feelings and having a heartbeat