Sitting next to an active Marshall speaker for hours while the band pounded bleeding rock & roll has left a lasting whistling in the ears, a toll. Day & night, where these ringing pitches play not so a melody but avant-garde whining days. A roadie for fun proved life altering to one as these constant companions adorn every hour and your words may arrive with a fanfare, or nyet. There's a chance that some vowles will fall short from this barrier erected by (feat. Stones) and rest.
-cec
challenge: write a poem that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sisterβs middle school musical, or just someone whistling β it just needs to be something meaningful to you.