On evening moon high..
I see the songs and their sounds..
Endless colors and lighters unbound..
Flames of feelers and emotions sigh..

If ever and whenever..
You become a part of the music..
The concert or symphony is unbound and majestic..
Something that paints your soul in the color of forever..

I leave home with new scars..
Memory scars of endless songs in my head..
This live show could have risen the dead..
The endless lighter flames look like stars..