The Play

Scene 5 act 3... Enter man... Behold woman... Laying on the sidewalk... Tell me young girl... Why are you crying??? Tell me the stories in your tears... Confide in me as a teacher... What has made you cry so??? Was it a friend or foe??? What is it that you yearn for??? Is it love or scorn??? Is it a tender word or touch??? Would it come from a strangers hand??? Or only from a loved one??? Was it from loss or gain??? Please young child... Beautiful child... Part thy tears... Open thine lips and speak... Speak thine hearts emotion... Whisper thy souls song... Please I beg thee now... And let a smile once again grace thy lips... Scene 5 act 4 Thank you kind stranger... Thank you for such fair words... Trouble not your mind... Trouble not your heart... My story will go untold... But I pray you stay thy speech... Scene 5 act 5 I beg and beg thee... Consider me worthy to know... Don't look upon me with thine eyes... Thine watery emeralds... Speak not to me... But speak to my soul... Harden not your speech... Silence not your eyes... I beg thee one final plea... Tell me the secrets in your tears.... Scene 5 act 6... Forgive and pardon kind stranger... It is done... And what is done is done is done... Scene 6 act 1... Please oh please woman of old... Youth of youth... Tell me then your dreams... Scene 6 act 2... No other word was uttered by her... She only took up her saxophone and played the most hauntingly beautiful sad song... A song that shook men to my very core... That made me cry out in fear... That cried out in joy and loss... That made me believe in love and disbelief it's validity... Curtains down.... -Marcos Cisneros