threeamdreamer

An auditorium, dark with rising seats and ceiling,with stage rounding low but off the floor, with a wonderful lady dressed like dorothy, no like alice, no like both singing, clapping, glowing from the spotlight, reflecting like the moon..Now the conductor of the instruments, play, and singer on the floor, a woman with a stick, directing,conducting the stage and the lady up high, the audience in the darkness, now watching, now listening, now mind wandering, going on living their life, without the singing lady nothing would work because its a musical, a dance of life, the mother of the dance alone but cheerful, and actress performing, doing her best, sacrificing beautifully, now getting attention, now guiding, now singing, alone, reflecting love, now judged, now laughed at, now admired, never fully appreciated but always beautiful,always facilitating the play, the audience and working with and by the conductress/director. Now Im in the play, now I'm in the audience, Now I'm finding money, Now Im asking for advice from the old actor wise one who gives flawed knowledge as I participate in the play. She watches, she sings, she loves all. She is not overdone because her love shines thru to genuine. She is the mother of the play, the dance, the musical, the auditorium. It is dark except the lit rounded stageway off the floor on which is the musicians and the conductress. It is dark in the rising chairs but high above she is lit and reflects the light as the moon and loves and gives and is loved by me.