Curtains Call

There is an atmosphere 
I can not explain 


There is..... like the period before the rain 
 With dark clouds and thunder 


There is an edge and an anxiety feel  
Before the jump and vertigo pull 


There is though,  the thought, the silent thought 
That gains ground and lauds the ears 


There is the inclination, a twitch, a wonder  
The sixth sense of awareness 


There is the feeling of nostalgia 
A slight spread of melancholy calling 


There is... even before the heavily built lady
Sings her heart out, to drop and signs off  

There is something, an atmosphere 
Behind the curtains calling 

There is, there is, there you see it?
Before the final curtain call 

Picture by: Bethany J. Major