Pan Letras

Once there was a silent canvas
Sleeping stories unimagined
Birth of what if’s, hope and wonder
Winds will be named, words will shelter
Then, something wicked their way came

Showed a way to the great escape

Evoke the worlds, sparked the brain

An ape in awe before a door



To labyrinth

To keystone Earth

To fallen stars

To there and back



We’re the writers

Of another way to be

We’re the writers

Of whatever we cry home



A moment alone

With unbeknown

Reset the world

Imagine home

A primal need

To touch the stars

Only way there

To enter



Imagine music, dance, illusion

Tales of dust, of man in the moon

The sea lady, snow, glass, apples

It is stories that built cathedrals



To lose yourself

To find who you are

Follow your tale, remember your name

Enter the woods

Tir na nog

And bring back the good



A pale blue theatre stage

A feast of beautiful tragedy, wonderful

Fantasy

The play is yours to write

Yours to live

Ready the night by a playwright