In the velvet glow, the curtains sigh,
Echoes of dreams dance in the night,
Where shadows play and voices fly,
The theatre breathes, alive with light.

Ancient boards creak underfoot,
Stories untold, in whispers they root,
Actors don masks, their souls to unroot,
In this sacred space, truth takes pursuit.

Lines rehearsed, yet fresh as dawn,
Each gesture, a symphony reborn,
Under the spotlight, fears are withdrawn,
In the theatre’s embrace, we’re never forlorn.

Audience held in rapturous gaze,
Time suspended in this mystical phase,
A world created, where hearts are amazed,
The stage whispers secrets of old, ablaze.