Passion of Theatre

Whispers slowly fade to silence, Patience nearly pulled to shreds. Waiting quiet, posed for action. Rays of blue, dim overhead. Eerie silence breaks abruptly By the orchestra's first chord. Blinding light that warms your being Casts the scene and wakes the bored. Colors tease the hungry senses While we dance and chorus sings. Music takes emotions hostage, Trumpets duet with the strings. Crowd is standing, loudly clapping, Begging, pleading for one more. As we exit, there we find them Waiting by the backstage door. Laughing ‘til the stomach’s cramping, Crying ‘til it dries the eyes. Life, for all, is full of drama, That is where my passion lies.