In the dim glow of muted lights,
The stage whispers its secrets,
Where dreams take their flight,
In the dance of shadows and silhouettes.

Curtains rise with a gentle sigh,
Revealing souls in vibrant hues,
Each movement a silent cry,
Telling tales of ancient muse.

Echoes of laughter and silent tears,
Resonate through the wooden floor,
Binding hearts, dispelling fears,
In this realm of endless lore.

As the final bow graces the night,
The audience breathes as one,
Together, in shared delight,
Until the next act has begun.