the sound is tangible,
thick in the air
pressing into every open space
filling it
with the sweet vibration of melody.
I raise my gaze
to the blazing hot amber lights
and throw my head back
feeling beads of sweat
trail down the back of my scalp
into the collar of my shirt
note after note is ripped from my chest
I squeeze my lids shut
and I feel
where the music wants to go -
where it needs to go
where I helplessly follow.
forever enthralled
in the throes of song
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
the sound is tangible,
thick in the air
pressing into every open space
filling it
with the sweet vibration of melody.
I raise my gaze
to the blazing hot amber lights
and throw my head back
feeling beads of sweat
trail down the back of my scalp
into the collar of my shirt
note after note is ripped from my chest
I squeeze my lids shut
and I feel
where the music wants to go -
where it needs to go
where I helplessly follow.
forever enthralled
in the throes of song
