Beneath the velvet curtain’s fall,
Echoes of dreams begin to weave,
A world where silence speaks it all,
And every soul learns to believe.

Faces masked in painted grace,
Characters born, then fade away,
In each embrace, a fleeting trace,
Of stories told in shadows’ play.

The lights that flicker, dim then bright,
Cast magic on the wooden floor,
Transforming night into a flight,
Of whispered tales and legends lore.

As curtains close, the echoes stay,
In hearts that beat with every scene,
The theatre’s spell, a vast array,
Of life and dreams that gently glean.