stageplay

i had to retype this poem, because while editting posts it got deleted.

stageplay
the hall is empty.
a new light shines.
smoky figures
appear in lines.

the hall has faces.
the man smiles there.
she looks away as
she rusts on the stair.

my violin turns to sawdust.
fourth, third, champion.
the chairs layer grey specks.
this odyssey hits extinction.

He draws the curtain open.
and the stage is finally seen.
it's time to step up there.
it's time to step out there.

yeah, some of my poems won't be easy to understand, cos' they're personal. for this poem, para 2 and 3 is personal.
anyway, it's basically about my life so far and the future.