Curtains which never fall

Image: "The Show Must Go On" by Jacob Lucas
Poem entry for One Shoot Sunday 06 March 2011, at One Stop Poetry

I cannot work without a script
I have no richness of stage, nor play
I have a director without a grip
I have no seats to project
I have only a tattered demise.

You can throw and cast and Impel
You have a surface and a shadow
You are surrounded by character
You have a stage beneath your feet.
You have your tallow shell - to project.

You are beyond your wits
You have nothing, not even a script.

I have an actor, who cannot dream
I see a vision, of what can be scene.

You have rust and fallen brick
You have rafters, bare as a vaudeville shtict

I see an actor commanding centre stage
You see nothing, as you have no vision
I see canvas everywhere, and the palette within the mind
You see nothing, nothing at all
I see a stage of life, full of dreams
You see nothing, but a stage, which has left

I see a door, open to possibilities
I see mortar between the bricks - and...,

I see curtains, which never fall.