Theater Tableau

Let’s watch the face
reel a performance,
each hand a shadow,
each word a myth warm
underneath stage lights.
The seats are silent.

An aging thespian,
but tonight is his
debut, again. Oh,
the fire he had lent
to the air that night.
Theater’s empty

Except for the man
on a stage that is
his. Doesn’t need us
for a monologue,
but the lights remain,
watching the air fall.

Written for Saturday Mix.