have to love that note, extant
of that song I heard at a concert
ten years after
that note still brings
me to the verge of ecstasy.

That way the cymbals crashed
in rhythm pure simplicity
yet keeping beats
in contrast to the
melody.

The singers sang played
dancing 'round the stage in choreographed
complexity,
the meanings then seemed to jump
at me.

The whole thing a passion play
on my cortex on my brain,
on my sensibilities
my heart my foot
would not stop
tapping.

And there , amidst a crowd of strangers
stranger feelings overcome, the meek me the afraid to feel
and I danced wild feeling now,
the rhythm beat understood it all for
one time one second , how
I felt and breathed and tapped a foot
and heard everything.

It was magesty and corporeal
******* all at one.