Beneath the glow of golden lights, the stage awakes,
Where shadows dance and stories softly unfold,
Each whispered line a thread, each step a trace,
In this sacred space, where dreams are bold.

Curtains rise like dawn, revealing hidden worlds,
Actors breathe life into words, into sighs,
Costumes weave tales of yesteryears unfurled,
As laughter and tears collide in the eyes.

The silence speaks, a language of its own,
In every pause, a universe of thought,
The echo of applause, a gentle drone,
A symphony of souls, together caught.

As the final bow graces the wooden floor,
The magic lingers, an eternal embrace,
Theatre’s heart beats forevermore,
In the echoes of time, we find our place.