Sunday, November 23, 2014


it is the same every time.

in the beginning......

there is interest, and novelty.
there is a passion for the energy, a thirst for character, your character.
there is wonder and imagination

and the middle....

the middle is filled with hard work, gulping vast quantities of time and sweat.
there are words and songs
there is movement, sometimes dancing
there is dedication

and the end,

the climax of applause.
there is appreciation, sometimes flowers.
there is release, and respite.
and there is sadness.

it is over.
curtain closes
the applause dies.
you go home.