To paint the stage
with a play of words.
To bring the house down
with the curtains of
a myriad emotions.
To walk a few miles
down character lane
wearing someone’s shoes
and not your own.
To bask in the afterglow
of laughter peals.
To know that you made
the teardrop fall.
That’s the high.
That’s the uninhibited rush.
That’s the theatre of life.
Applause. Curtain Call.
Fade out. House lights.