The Stage

The stage is lit, my mind is set.
I was born for this, there's no regret.
The very air knows this
and gives soothing relief even under this scourging Sun.

This audience is mine and mine alone,
as many that come after will not atone.
For I am made, born of art
and the words and gestures I breed
are children of the mother.

There's no going back, no regret.
This is my life,
art is my rest.