Static...

A snap.

A low and slow wuub wuub wuub

In the distance

And a faint note arising

Slowly but surely,

Turns to a chord

And then moves to make a melody

Neatly rested in the hills

Of the constant wuub wuub wuub

Then I hear a gliding crescendo...

And

The bass. It pounds. Every blast. Like bombs.

I can feel my stomach wriggle

I can feel the power through

Oh god it's empowering

Like sweet, sweet *******

Oh, feel the air

The bass. Constantly pushes. Makes waves. In the air.

It is solid around me

I feel the music

But I live for the bass