The picture

The picture runs there in my mind,
With joys and sorrows of every kind,
Sometimes I'm part of it and then,
The others play their part so well.
The shades of light and sound appear,
To send a message loud and clear,
As moments pass the story vast,
Unfolds as one more canvas art.
Illusions playing one more game,
Are changing patterns in the frame,
The picture fades, as life unveils,
Drenching flowers in the rain.
It is the end, now time to go,
Till there is another show.