The bright, burning lights
On the large, expansive stage
Thousands of people
Seemingly faceless to him
In the crowd
Just trying to get a better glimpse
And hear a bit better
Sweating profusely
Adrenaline pumping through his veins
With his guitar strapped on
Playing furiously
He’s bellowing the lyrics
Of the song he wrote himself
Along with his bandmates
Made brothers by music
This is where his heart belongs
This is his demesne