"Anticipation blooms like fragrance in the empty theater, where stories yet unwritten linger in the air, yearning to awaken the soul."
Seats of crimson stand in silent rows
While shadows dance in secrecy's throes
Marble's sheen holds whispers of the past
As gilded dreams in darkness are cast
In absence echoes form a fragile muse
Inviting hearts to chase what they might choose
Stories linger in the air so sweet
Awaiting breath to make the silence meet