The theatre

Love turned into the form of art
This site is my private theatre
And my heart plays on this scene another act
It’s real though it’s still the play
But love you see is here
I wish you are the main watcher and actor as well
But I don’t mind to be seen by all
When I sing my song filling the pages of my life’s book
I never know who will come on the stage
To let me scream or dance more
Meantime there is a peace or little monologue
But this theater still lives here and welcomes all.

Reviews

[plumemec]

This poem makes the reader WANT to be part of the play of your life....

[Wicahpi]

thank you for the open invitation to your play.
sweet

[Jibey]

Good choice of image for a dramatic relationship... in which we wait for the next act, after the previous scenes