The show begins...

I see a
marquee
Bright lights
beeming
in your
eyes
I see a
new home
a place
to spend
our energy

There is a
special
feeling
one feels
if they walk
onto a
stage
an hour
before a
performance
Alone on
a stage
the set
is there
but the
theatre is
empty.
Just an hour
before the show
there is an
intensity
an
anxiousness
and eclectic energy
tremors
before the
EARTHQUAKE

When that
place was
first
created
everyone was
alive
everyone from
that time
is now
gone
their stories
their shows
their dreams
and plans
have all gone
and left
a simple
shell
a building
once a
festivity
now a past world

"good things are built
even good things must go"
-the bowmans

But energy
is neither
created
nor
destroyed

One Hundred years
have passed by
and suddenly
i see
the dark
street,
let by the gas-lamps
the carriages
and new-fangled
motor cars
the silk and satin
dresses
Gold paint
satin spats
top-hats
a different
time
a bell tolls
the last call
for this evening's
seats
The final sips
of champagne
as the men escort their
wives to their seats
the young men
hold their
girls close
to their sides
in the
balcony
the conductor
takes her
stand in the
pit
lights up
curtains up
1908

the show begins
with a dream
and a
theatre...