Like A Musical

Poetry is like a musical;

Words upon a page, that
Maybe an Actor would see, and reenact upon a stage.

Trying hard to follow script, with words like notes; each have their own sound to play,

Mixing and becoming as one; Harmony.
Then the scene might take a turn for the worse;

Vivid crescendoes of Drama that seem never to end...But No! With a fluttering forte the frantic fury of feelings dim, to finish, with a gentle piano
And a curtain fall;

Behind the red velvet, the actor hears; A roar of approval ,
And that bursting splitting sound, like a thousand fortissimo castanets.

Then, all
Is silent; once again
- mere words on a page;
Diminuendo, the end