The stage is already lit when I arrive, the script half-known, the rest is improvised with my own trembling hands,
The stage is already lit when I arrive, and I wonder — who decided the shape of my own scene, my own sorrow, my own joy?
The stage is already lit when I arrive, and I’m told the only wrong move is refusing to act at all,
The stage is already lit when I arrive, so I whisper to myself: play it well, even when no one claps or no audiences…
Some scenes are written in pure light, when love feels abundant and luck walks beside me all the way,
Some scenes are written in light, but can I stay humble even when fortune hands has no applause?
Some scenes are written in light, and yet — will I remember who helped me lift the curtain of my own show?
Some scenes are written in light, and gratitude becomes my only fitting costume that I need…
Other scenes are carved in darkness, and my only spotlight is faith that the story still holds true to its own beauty,
Other scenes are carved in darkness, and I learn patience from pauses, and develop strength from unseen hands,
Other scenes are carved in darkness, teaching me that even pain can also deliver profound poetry,
Other scenes are carved in darkness, because tragedy too is part of the script that is worth honoring and celebrating…
The audience is unseen and unknowable, and I wonder — who have I been performing for all along?
The audience is unseen and unknowable, but maybe the truest applause is silence that feels like my own priceless peace,
The audience is unseen and unknowable, so I bow to something larger, something wiser, and kind,
The audience is unseen and unknowable, and in that surrender, I find my own sense of belongingness…
The final act will come quietly, but may I have played every line with my own heart, even though the painful ones,
The final act will come quietly, and perhaps when I exit, another will come, inspired to stay and help me be brave,
The final act will come quietly, so I give this moment my own fullest presence, and my truest tone,
The final act will come quietly, and I hope the playwright smiles, knowing I value my own role and did not waste this role…
• The stage is already lit when I arrive
• Some scenes are written in pure light
• Other scenes are carved in darkness
• The audience is unseen and unknowable
• The final act will come quietly
