Colour

When I look at a theater

I see what some others do not

I don't see just an empty stage

With curtains, drapes, and equipment

And I don't just see a black box

With chairs arranged so neatly in a row

Or an open field

With green grass as the seating

I see an empty canvas

For pictures being painted upon the stage

The light bathing it

The set as the canvas

And people as the palettes of color

Painting out the story

Imagination is flowing forth

As the story swells and rises

The colors and strokes morph and change

To make the story clearer

Not one color

Can paint a pretty scene

On an empty stage

Multitudes are required

To evoke the feelings of

Sadness

Pain

Love

Happiness

And anger

For the canvas

Cannot rely

On one color alone.

Where there is light

There is dark

Where light is shone

A shadow is cast

And where there are people

To watch

And interpret

The story

Then all is right with the world

All the world is a stage

But the stage always needs

Colour