WELCOME TO THE SHOW
when the literal is too less
and the figurative is too much
(It's the most ironical of things
That fear should bring with it bad memories
After the memories have stopped bringing fear
It's difficult to draw the line
Between what affects the body and what affects the mind
And how anything can trigger it sometimes)
Welcome, to the Show:
My cast is rather familiar, I must say
Today, they will perform for me
The story of the City
We start with the present
Enter the Sea
Such force, such fury
Forever falling against the banks of the city
Forever dancing, calm or otherwise
Forever restrained like it's meant to be
Today the Sea breaks onto the land
And not a structure that still stands
I crash against you for the little crack
For the summers of calm and lack
Of activity, the nights of restless ponder
And the time I didn't know
I could be free but freedom can be painful
And sometimes restrain over the unrestrained
Is an illusion worth holding on to
The curtains close and open
The second Act
Time for some flashback
And estranged twins sweep onto the stage
Make way for the Winter Cold and the live Fire
Both a part of mirth and mire
Fire always burned bright in the heart of the City
And so made the lovely, lonely Winter less cold
And the Winter rejoiced
For this balance is the manifestation of sanctity
And pure good will and nature
But every once in a while
A harsh wind winds its way around the town
Creeps over shoulders
And smothers hope
Puts all goodwill down
For all my light, I couldn't foresee This
And when I could, I was reduced to glowering embers
I let the cold slip past my vigil
These things happen, what could I have done
But I still live in your heart; I am your own personal Sun
For all my Frost and Cold, I am but nature
True and Old
I wish my creations were less harsh
I wish peace and bliss could last
A little longer than that
But now your warm heart is a hot inferno
And my cold will only be a cool memory
Tempered in fire and in ice
You are the free wind in the skies
And so the Act comes to an end
The characters, they bow and leave
But are soon replaced by the last entrant
Watch the Wind
As it whips you back into the present
And tries to breeze past issues that have lost words
I know you don't see me
I know you believe in me
I know you bless me for my presence
And I know you curse me too
For the mad haste I display now and then
But I carry your whispers and cries all over the world
And when I whisper, you strain to hear the echo of your words
I am driven by your Joy in being a part of me
And so I sail over the seas, I play with the snowflakes
And so I kindle the flames, I settle over your place
I sigh when you breathe, I huff when you leave
I change my direction to join your fleet
I fly over the moon in a single beat
Now I rest in the trees, amongst the leaves
They catch me when I free fall
The leaves will fall
And I will blow myself away
But every time we meet
We make music worth the stay
And that is that, thank you very much
The Show goes on, like they say
Curtain Call – but the stage is bare
My cast has left to perform elsewhere
