The Show Goes On

The woosh as the curtains close
The thunder of ovation is muffled
The heat of excitement and a rush
The touch of hands brushing hands
The smiles reflected all around
The lifting of darkness, curtains opened
The heat of their stares as they clap
The cherished memory of stepping forward
The lift in decibal at my bow

The woosh as the curtains close
The thunder of ovation is muffled
The heat of excitement and a rush
The touch of hands brushing hands
The smiles from one to the other
The charge of bodies shrouded in dark
The secret known to them alone
The kisses shared with adrenaline
The feel of wrong but so right

The woosh as the curtains close
The thunder of ovation is muffled
The heat of excitement and a rush
The touch of hands brushing hands
The knowledge that the show goes on