Backstage shadows dance in time
to the rhythm of the show
and move in silence so sublime
barely any of us know

Yet they build a slowly rising
rumbling in the soft strung air
with flutists in music disguising
subtle hints and yet we are not aware

Ropes above pull up and let down
Dawn to day and sun to ground
and players lying prone asleep
as these movers pass and creep

Light flashes past veiled eyes
starlight hides in a somber dream
Thunder echoes in approaching skies
Deep we realize it's not as it seems

When all power fades and rain falls
the grand facade is tested once more
It is then we peer where darkness calls
to find the makers of the storm