on the stage

The play had changed,
the loud noises had stopped,
the artistic mess
had somehow become an orderly chaos,
like the whole thought ,
that marked the beginning,
had somehow completed it’s masterplan
(while hidden the entire time)
and the pieces assembled,
bit by bit.

I watched it from the sidelines
and I somehow could say,
this was going places,
not a masterpiece yet,
but the intent was felt
and the stylistic devices were certainly there.

The play continued ,
the actors were uncaring for the mood of the crowd,
but one could certainly see
their passion
and their drive.

As time went by
I started to get ready,
it was time for the main character
to enter the light.