tonight i witnessed great theatre.
four actors, listened, and spoke
with compassion and courage.
a director planted moments of
humanity and longing in a time
signature previously unknown.
i don't stand often when the
curtains fall, in these our
broadway halls of fame, but
tonight my heart was full with
stories shared amongst us all.
the chatter resumed soon after
the lights buzzed bright and loud,
but eyes and souls were not as dry
as when we first entered the door,
nor did the stage ever go fully
dark, but three remaining candles
burning there now still, still burning,
keeping wake at the edge of water.