No spotlight over the stage,
Its bright beam gleaming
The silence half awake,
through dim empty halls creeping.
In the stillness there echoes
that final grand reprise,
and upon the floor – confettis exploded
become but glimmering debris
The vibrant applause that stirred the air
now gently reposes
All fades to the ticks of the clock
The long night closes.
Finally, I am home and free
upon my bed of roses,
With a song of praise and thanks upon my lips
the long night closes.
*text inspired by H. Chorley's "Long Day Closes" *photo above by Matt Maniano