Dec 31, 2017 Original Poetry
Nightfall When the Play is Done
©December 31st, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Night falls suddenly, like a curtain
When the play is done.
The Players strip their clothes,
Sip wine, or water, mill about,
Eat chocolate, chat, stare into space,
Play chess, rest their legs, stretch.
Music from another room
Drifts like smoke among the voices,
And someone sings a dark song.
The unreal gets real when night arrives,
Wine flows into plastic cups downstairs,
But slowly, amidst bright conversation.
Compliments, and laughter, and
Satie music from an old piano swirl,
In the spilling light of golden lamps.
And someone sings a dark-eyed song.
Night falls suddenly, like a curtain
When the stage-lights go out.
Slowly, the Others drift away,
And one person goes from room
To dark room, turning out the lights,
Collecting clothes left on the floors.
And Silence claims her dominion.
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