Upon the stage where lights embrace,
The actors don their crafted face.
In whispered lines and gestures bold,
A thousand tales are gently told.

The curtain rises, hearts entwine,
As scenes unfold in measured rhyme.
With every word, a soul revealed,
In shadows deep, emotions healed.

Beneath the masks, a truth is found,
In silent glances, love unbound.
The audience, in rapture’s thrall,
Becomes a part of the grand hall.

When final bows are taken low,
The magic lingers, soft and slow.
For in the theatre’s sacred space,
We find our dreams, we find our place.