You like a curtain raiser...

Like a curtain raiser,
A preview,
Of a musical
The night raises a devout idea
Of catching up with
a better view-
Of the silent inside
And hurly burly outside...

The night supernatural
Coleridgean
Draws pictures
One by one,
Like fancy
Interpolating imagination...
And with silvery moon
A sleep occurs...
A sleep of a wakeful soul
An awakening to deep sleep...
A weary state-
Worn,
Waiting to be born...
By rays of silver,
A blur ,
As if a music thought of,
Not put yet on papers,
But Simply kept
In  memory...
Like a preview
Of a musical
Kept canned
With sticker
Pasted on the roll...