"Stanza Symphony"

In the quiet theater of my mind,

Where thoughts and words in silence bind,

A symphony of stanzas takes its cue,

To paint emotions with words anew.

Each verse a note, each line a song,

In this poetic orchestra, I belong,

The ink, the quill, the parchment's grace,

Compose a sonnet, a tender embrace.

The opening stanza, like a rising sun,

Awakens the heart, where love's begun,

With metaphors and similes, it weaves,

Feelings and thoughts, like autumn leaves.

Then follows the chorus, bold and strong,

A crescendo of words, where dreams belong,

With vivid imagery, it paints the scene,

In colors and sounds, both bright and keen.

The middle stanzas dance in time,

A rhythm and rhyme, so sublime,

They tell the tale of life's grand theme,

Of hopes and fears, like a flowing stream.

And as the verses gently sway,

In this poetic ballet, night turns to day,

They whisper secrets, they share the pain,

In language beautiful, like gentle rain.

The closing stanza, a tender adieu,

Fades like twilight, as emotions renew,

With grace and elegance, it takes its bow,

Leaving echoes of emotions, here and now.

So, in the theater of my mind's expanse,

I let the stanzas waltz and dance,

A symphony of words, a poet's dream,

In "Stanza Symphony," life's verses gleam.