The Man Behind the Screen

Erik winds the film, sets it on the stand.
Theater fills with the oblivious.
Power of entertainment at his hand,
But yet he still remains mysterious.

Up in his tower, he stands all alone.
He watches the silhouettes find their seats.
His clock ticks away, an obnoxious tone.
A new movie plays as his night repeats.

He remains invisible to the blind;
All they see is what’s in front of their eyes.
He is the shadow that follows behind,
Doesn’t exist when the sun’s in the sky.

Without him, movies wouldn’t hit the screen,
But the public is blind to the unseen.