An Empty Theatre

the wind whistled through the rafters of the theatre, producing a symphony for the stars

who no longer danced on the wooden stage below

where dramas and comedies once would flow

ghosts of performances long gone gathered in the rickety seats to watch their lives unfold

their personal stories never to be told

only the playwright’s stories will never get old

Laughter and tears

dominated for years

then the bombs came

and nothing was ever the same