Exposition

The night is loud with the sound of silence As everything seems brighter in the glow of darkness During this hours the body remains alert with slumber Gently life’s hand rubs of the truths of today in preparation for tomorrow Today’s failure hopefully will be forgotten in tomorrows victory The curtains close to the end of another scene God the play write takes one last look through his script Its actors prepare,some unaware of their next role yet tomorrow they awake into character adorned in makeup and costume as need be Every play has its end While it lasts,some will awe the world and others terrify it Maybe leave the world in stitches others in their wake will leave behind mourning Roles sometimes inter mingle yet no two shall ever be a perfect parallel The world and all around,our stage and props You may not have written this play Yet the choice is yours Stick to the script or add a pinch of innovation Become a beacon of light or a cloak of darkness The key to interpreting each role will always be choice Moulded in love or hate,each key will open a lifetime of scenes Some from the onset prepare for the final bow Some sit around waiting for the stage lights to go off Others find the end short of a few scenes But a cheering crowd was never promised A standing ovation may be asking too much Sometimes the silence from the gallery is worth far more than a thousand words For the strongest emotions find no words for kin and the best stories never understood.