final call

We find darkness in the absence of light.  We find  hopelessness in the absence of faith. My dear,  even my cries are not enough.  Better to smile on all the smiles to show we are of better kind.  To light the candles and stow away the shadows in corners stand. We are not one flame,  but still flickering, we are not one beat, but patter like raindrops against the cold tin roof.  The concerto nearing is final chords,  the grande finale,  the fretful minute of silence,  then curtain fall.  Who to bow to the fan fair then? Yes,  better to smile on that charming smile my dear and bow amidst the cardboard roofs and plaster walls.  After all it is your charade.  Placate me.