Theaters
once so opulent, glamorous, magical, spectacular..
where everything is dazzling, ornate, fancy and impeccable
and everyone is grand, luxuriant, polished and dainty
now abandoned lonely and melancholic, looking at it send shivers down my spine.
the vibrant colors and peeling grandeur, HAUNTING.
The faded memories of the acts, the bedazzlement,the music, the smiles, cries and the delicate dialogue delivery, the words..oh the richness of words.. the dancers, the ballet, the mystery, the blinding spotlight, the deafening applause and bravos, The masks that hid it all, now all gone... all died into a gloomy somber.
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night! Softly, deftly, music shall carress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you. Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you. -Phantom of the Opera
