Abstract Scorpio

So it's my turn to speak... I'm on stage, in front of everyone. I am prepared, ready for this day. I look the part - standing behind the podium, I look out over the crowd of people. They all seem attentive and interested in what I'm about to say. The lights dim slightly. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. No sound. I panic. Righteous indignation! WTF? I scream. Nothing. The expressions on the faces of the people never change. I am thrashing about the stage like a madman,  papers flying, the podium is smashed in to bits - no sound. No voice do I have, no sound do my irate foot stomps make. The silence slowly paces in. It is surrounding me. The sense of space around me gets smaller and smaller, as if I can reach out and touch the very limits of reality. The microphone stand is now my bludgeoning weapon. No sound. I should be breathing hard, my chest is moving up down, heart beating fast - no sound. A moment of nothingness... the mic stand goes flying out in to the audience... nothing... there should have AT LEAST been some cry of agony. The lights fall away - darkness. In an instant they are back on... there is no one in the audience. There is no seating, no auditorium. There is no stage. No building. No block, no city or state ... there is nothing. And here, I am Master.