with the curtain’s fall, comes the end of the show.

but until that day comes, there is a story untold.

the still of a scene.

the elating burn of a standing ovation.

three acts until its done.

when the spectacle meets the stage, a spectrum will grow.

with its syntax, we achieve a climactic unknown.

we must grow enough to know that this theatrical fiction is our own

to compose.

this is the way we wanted it.

                                                                                                    -N.S.