you stand in the dense air
lights twinkling about your irises
anxiously awaiting the echoing boom;
the slight screech of sound appearing
like the familiar chime of the clock –
reminding you that your heart
is still beating

then it starts.

the timpani; with its sickly-sweet hollow drum
and the first strikes of the twangy electric

then comes his voice

seducing you into molten lava
the warmth of his breath
felt from miles away

the music plunges through your heart –
reverberating throughout your body
like a soul-inducing electric shock
mesmerizing your mind like endless
euphoric pulses rushing within your veins

sudden silence; the crowd roars.
he’s playing dirty little tricks.

amidst the sea of hands,
completely immersed in the sound –
you lose all inhibitions
you are free.