March 2, 2002
By Katerina Yiamala

Edward II was the play,
The stage was close, not far away.
The cast intriguing, the price fair low
(plus, there was Joe).
Easy decision: I had to go.
I ran to see this special show.

This special Joseph, this special Fiennes!
They said "In Hollywood, his greatness shines!"
I saw a boy, his eyes were brown,
He played the king, he wore a crown
He was a lover, warrior, clown.

He seemed to be gentle and kind
Little embarassed, little bit shy.
Plain, simple, earthly and yet
There was this something, on this I bet!

He was approachable, open to all,
Mixed with the crowd, heard every call.
He was a lad, like Tom or Bob,
"Is this the God, the one heartthrob?"
Something was definitely wrong!

And then he played, later that night,
I felt the fever, tension and might!
I left the theatre puzzled, confused,
I had not simply been amused.

The show magnificent, thunder and storm!
Quickly and easily captured us all.
Now at the station, wait for my train.
My thoughts so many but not in vain.

That night I saw how Joe can act,
How he can quench your thirst for art.
Simple but passonate, kind and discrete,
He fascinates you but makes you think:

The things that matter are really plain,
Quiet, unpretentious, like love or pain...
What need to look for gold in mines,
When in your heart everything's Fiennes!!...

Playing with words, while waiting for my train,
out of Sheffield...