Cheers of echoes,
silhouettes of shadows,
roses after bows of
performances

Was it a world
filled with dreams?
Or is it a world
where I created one?

Faces I could remember
whether a frown or a smile
it painted the light
I wanted to achieve

I created art beyond its frame
and I was bound to a stage
where everyone was free
to create

An image of me
captured by...