Dusty velvet seats hum silent hymns
A chandelier sways like a drunk ballerina
Footsteps echo where ovations bled
The stage breathes alone in pale spotlight
Whispers cling to gilded walls
History drips from cracked plaster
The organ sleeps beneath white sheets
Oh how the marble used to sing
When crystal voices pierced the dome
Now midnight creeps through stained glass
Carrying ghosts of high Cβs
Ticket stubs fossilized in corners
Programs yellow with forgotten dates
The prompterβs box yawns empty
While sheet music turns to lace
Moonlight washes the orchestra pit
Drowning cellos in silver silence
The curtain shivers remembering
Oh how the marble used to sing
When crystal voices pierced the dome
Now midnight creeps through stained glass
Carrying ghosts of high Cβs
Somewhere a soprano wakes
Her vibrato cracks the dawn
The rafters tremble recognizing
That note that shook the stars
Morning finds the keys still warm
Footprints fresh on dusty stage
The house lights blink awake
To an audience of one