The curtain opens

The first song begins

Then ends

The audience claps

The cast is happy

The audience enjoys the show

The last song finishes

The cast does their bows

The audience claps

The curtain closes

That applause

We love it so much

It means they like it

It means we did a good job

But...

What else?

Inside that applause there is

A little girl that loves the goofy characters

She claps because she just witnessed

Magic

Walls sliding in and out

Characters bursting out of cabinets

Dancing and music

She claps because she witnessed 

Magic

Inside that applause there is

A parent who is so proud of their kid

They clap because their kid is

Growing up

Becoming who they are

They clap because they are

Proud

There are the Inspired

There are the Critics

There are the ones who love

And

The ones who hate

The applause is filled of many things

Many

Emotions 

All of them come together to create this

Loud

Proud

Loving

Envying

Noise that fills the hearts of those that hear it

Of course nothing can be perfect without balance

The applause is like

Poetry

It has its good and it has its evil

It has many emotions

It has layers

It has meaning and depth

It is

Poetry

In that audience there are the ones who don’t clap

The ones who didn’t enjoy the show

They are necessary

They are required

I say this because if everyone clapped

If everyone loved the show

It would mean nothing

It would hold nothing

There would be no meaning

So

Every time the applause starts

Remember

It's kinda like its own little form of

Poetry

Its own form of 

Art

Its own form of

Love and hate

The curtain closes

The crowd applauds

Poetry is written

Through action