home is where the house faces
and up on high the white light traces
a hallow box the wing embraces
home is where the curtain rises
to a careful grid of our varied sizes
we look, line, breathe and hope distance disguises
home is where the booms stack and glow
creative floods do steady flow
and nurtured artists bloom and grow
home is where the gold molding frames
setting and seating change their names
but forever our sanctuary the theatre remains.
{sleepy theatre thoughts by me | awesome dress rehearsal photos by Jacob Hoover}