REHEARSAL SPACE

An open rectangle with a roof

Witness to a hundred tiny feet

Grows silent in the evening

The hush before the arrival

Director, cast and crew

Sequence their presence

And silently take places

Ready to transform rectangle

Into imaginary spaces

A room, a boat, or as is written 

The script commands ,The director demands 

The actors change their places and faces

Perhaps a King, perhaps a slave

An heiress or dancer

The rectangle quietly watches

No questions, No answers

Props, sets, team work in a flurry

Silent unnoticed without any hurry

Sound cues, Light cues change of scenery

Costume manager measures out the finery

Last rehearsal and the bustle dies

Normalcy returns to the stony confines

The last act speeds in one swift move

To another open rectangle with a roof