And as the curtains shadow the platform,
The stage is dimmed, the actors disappeared, the shouts calmed.
The aspiration, the admiration, the love, the hatred, all tummled into silence.
All that is left is the mere memory of the event, the wisps of scent that remain,
The wild sense of anticipation is replaced by the dying leaves of forget,
And the guest exits the building.
Only the walk down through shadowy recourse is loudly silent.
Memories fade and reappear, laughs quieted into murmering yells.
The entrance closes, and the exit opens.