I watch the pianist, I watch the singer. They are alike. When they lose themselves, and allow the music to absorb them. And for a moment accept the pain that comes with their talent. And they have been humbled into primary beings. And even seem to forget we are watching them. And perhaps unintentionally show us who they are in their most vulnerable state.
And so why write at all if your writing is intended to create the opposite? To hide or to protect?
Who are they?