I few weeks ago I had a beautiful lady approach me on Twitter and ask if I would participate in her Picture Prompt.  Please visit her site and see the other entries by clicking HERE

Musical notes weaved softly

Through their quiet murmurs.

Excited anticipation drifted

Like waves through the crowd.

The casual conversations faded

As the house lights dimmed

And the crimson curtains parted.

The actors were at their marks

Ready to play their part,

And as the lines were spoken

Their laughter was her sorrow.

This comedy was her tragedy.

These scripted lines were

The beginning of her healing

But instead of humor

She saw only winter

Covering all her words

Under cold blankets of snow.