All the actors of the day,
Who play so well its scenes.
Are in their beds safe tucked away,
As the stage night's weather cleans.

I'm the one spectator in the stalls,
Sitting quiet and on my own.
But for me this interval enthralls,
Enjoyed just me alone.

Its noise replaced by quiet,
All its busyness now stilled.
The sparkling stage-lit riot,
Now by dimmer footlights filled.

Everyone who played a part,
Has for now put down their script.
One by one to slow depart,
Leaving me in darkness dipped.

To recall, reflect, just sit and stare,
At the space where all has been.
Light and sound and movement bare,
All sensory serene.

Echos of the play remain,
Its delightfulness and drama.
All its meaning I to me explain,
As I review it's diorama.

Reflections done, I breathe a sigh,
And give up my nighttime seat.
To all say thanks and wish goodnight,
Until again tomorrow greet.