In the silent halls where dreams unfold,A stage awaits with stories untold.The velvet curtain, a guardian’s embrace,In costumes bright, beneath the skies.They weave their tales with fervent grace,In fleeting moments, time and space.
The lights above like stars aglow,Cast gentle shadows, a delicate show.Each spoken word, a gentle breeze,Stirs the soul with whispered pleas.
Applause erupts, a thunderous wave,As actors bow with spirits brave.The curtain falls, yet echoes remain,In the theatre’s heart, joy and pain.