Silence

Silence
Like braided hair and painted nails
Sobbing
Into shaky hands as
The universe freezes.
Time ceases to exist
In this crowded room
Single flame dances from hand to hand
Glinting off ruby lips
And
Teary eyes.
Hummed tunes echo
Forgotten harmonies fade
Recited lines are lost
As the night closes.
Love dies.
Friends move on.
All that remains
Is
Silence
Like braided hair and painted nails.
Huddled together
Trying to drink in the comfort the flame brings
As the night comes to an end.
The clock begins to tick-tock-tick
Universe coming to life
As drained thespians
Seek comfort from their own beds
With their own flames.
The candle
Dies.
Whispered voices
Sing the last desperate chords
As the curtain closes
And the light are shut.
Silence.
Like braided hair and painted nails.


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A bit of background information. I'm in the school play, and have been for the past 5 years of my wonderful life. I've created a bond with the stage, the piano, the lighting, and the actors that have danced their way into my life, and acted their way out. At the end of every show, there's a cast party where we have our Pass The Candle. Each person get's a chance to hold the candle and say something about play. This poem is based on that, but for the play about to end in 15 days.