Everlasting Motion
Location
A playhouse sits silently
In the midst of our gloomy town
Its vibrant colours and intricate patterns
Hidden beneath layers of dust and dirt
Memories forgotten that can easily be brought back with just some wind
And inside a wooden stage
That creaks with the lightest pressure
Surrounded by rows upon rows of seats
That were once filled to the brim with an audience
Now and forever abandoned by all except the spiders and forgotten reveries
Two players enter stage right
Their faces hidden behind masks
Though the curtain never opens
They perform their act flawlessly every night
An act of an impossible cycle of pretending and waiting for applause
Together they feign an act
Of a foreign concept called liberty
Their performance of life and death
Follows closely to the scripts of the past
Their dialogue enclosed within empty walls holds a tone of secrecy
Then she turns to him
And embraces the desertion of loneliness
As she’s held softly in his arms
Though it’s only an act and not meant to be enraptured in
His unheard lines imply a love that provides a comfort unlike any other
Their world, an unbreakable circuit
Their words, nothing but poetry and promises
Their movements, never tiresome, always impeccable
To the point where perfection is an expectation
Together forever in a deserted theatre, on an empty stage, but never alone