Velvet Curtain
Melodies in Solitude: Anna Tivel's Haunting Reflection on Lost Dreams and Redemption
Lyrics
I swept up the garbage, the cups and the wrappers
I cleaned up the mess, including cups and wrappers
The theater was empty, the crowd had gone home
The theater was deserted as the audience had left
A circle of dust in the light from the rafters
A visible circle of dust in the light from above
The wooden broom handle, a microphone
The broom handle symbolically transformed into a microphone
And i sang to the dark rows, all velvet and empty
I sang to the dark, empty rows covered in velvet
The curtain majestic, in folds to the floor
The majestic curtain, folded on the floor
I sang so the angels would never forget me
I sang, hoping the angels would remember me
The rush of their robes as they rose up for more
Imagining the rush of angelic robes as they responded
The night circled in like a dog in the alley
Night fell like a troubled dog in an alley
All matted and skinny, and face full of hurt
The night seemed worn and hurt, echoing the theater's ambiance
The theater still ringing, with lost dreams of glory
The theater resonated with shattered dreams of glory
The echoing voices of some brighter world
Voices echoed, hinting at a brighter world that eluded
And i sang to the mezzanine, the gold-painted ceiling
Singing to the mezzanine and the opulent ceiling
The orchestra spinning, the bright chandelier
Orchestra and chandelier symbolize grandeur
I sang so the angels would feel what i'm feeling
Singing to share the profound emptiness felt
An empty so deep, i'm afraid i'm not here
Describing an emptiness so deep it questions existence
The last note it lingered, the dust settled round me
The last note lingered, leaving a heavy silence
A silence so heavy, it cut to the bone
The profound silence cut deeply into the soul
And deep in the shadows, the rustle of clapping
In the shadows, faint applause and acknowledgment
I rushed to the back row, still holding the broom
Rushing to the back, still holding the broom/microphone
And a man who had crept in, all haggard and dirty
A disheveled man, carrying belongings and expressing gratitude
A bag of belongings, and tears in his eyes
A poignant moment as the man appreciates the impact of the song
I'll never forget this, he said as he left me
A lasting impression as the man leaves with gratitude
I needed to hear someone singing tonight
Affirming the importance of hearing someone sing in difficult times
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