The Lonely hasn’t been seen for a long time.
His house stands quiet, on the furthest edge of town.
He won’t come out.

So everyone brings to his doorstep the things they love;
a photo of the wind, a song you sing in cars, a feeling of ferris wheels,
some lightning in a jar.

The Lonely is ignoring them all.
But one girl stands at his door and won’t go away….

‘…rhythmic and graceful’-Pocklington Post

‘Last night’s performance touched the hearts of both children and adults in the audience’- Audience member