A light string strummed on a cold day,
A percussive mastermind strikes
while sitting on the hard pavement.
A playlist on Spotify sets the tone
for the rest of the time that passes along
before the sun sets and the moon plays her song.
A band on stage captivates the crowd
as the young women flock to the forefront.
Moshers behind them let out their aggression
while the sound guy takes a drink to forget past transgressions.
A million minds in their own little world
as music activates their soul’s ear.
I sing, I dance, I play some myself
whenever I feel that time allows.
I yearn to float like a rain cloud that pours
so when I feel the music vibrating my bones
I spill my heart out on the people below.
When they feel my rain drops they will know
what music does to me.