Beneath the soft, embracing lights, we dance,
The whispers of a thousand dreams take flight,
Each word, each move, a soul’s deep trance,
Crafting stories in the velvet night.

The curtain rises, hearts ignite,
Faces painted, costumes bright,
In this world, both real and slight,
We find our truth in the scripted plight.

A realm where laughter, tears entwine,
Emotions raw, yet so divine,
Every act a sacred sign,
A fleeting moment, yet forever thine.

As the final bow is taken, lights dim low,
We leave the stage, but not the show,
For in our hearts, the echoes grow,
The magic of the theatre, forever aglow.