An Ode to this Fragment

I told her

Oh, I felt nothing, black and white it is

But, we are here now

It is magical, the stage, the theater, everyone

Churning, upsidedown, unexpected

Tell me to breath

I am absolutely alive

On stage, I realized

Under that limelight

I see the spark, and it is in technicolor

Feel it burning,

In their eyes and their smiles

Their flying footsteps, their swinging arms,

They are the scum, the bourgeoisie, I am

The crescendo to my heart

The light I have been looking for, sublime

In a blink of an eye,

It was them, it was her, it was me

Making it alive,

Makes my heart pound.

thank you for this fragment of time.