All the players are gone.
The spare Playbills have been collected .
A glove that missed a pocket lays here.
An abandoned water bottle perches on a window ledge.
The soft echo of ushers' voices haunts the quiet halls accompanied by the occasional click-clack of footsteps.
Slowly the energy of learning in these halls fades for the evening, with the hope it's been transported to the outside.
Before you know it, as a new day dawns. the curtain will be going up again.