Soft night swallows the day, as cares melt away,
fading now to a memory of what now never was.
All that felt so immediate in time, now losing its grip,
taking its place, just another momentary scene in a play.
The script, the actors, so skilled in suspending disbelief,
drawn into the drama, forgetting, becoming part of the plot line.
The curtain has been drawn, as once again the masks are removed,
and I return home, smiling at the importance given to every act.
Another audience will surely return on the morrow,
but tonight I play no role, and bid one and all a heartfelt adieu.