...But then the
drums beat,
And six
strings are plucked,
And the
feeling of liberty comes to me like a rush.
I stand up
and place my feet on the ground,
So that the
rhythm travels thru me and I become one with the sound.
...As it
resonates in my veins,
It replaces
my pulse,
Because my
natural frequency is the same as that of the source.
...So deep is
its impact,
Its striking
collision against me,
I let myself
drown,
In its
overwhelming flood of intensity.
...It’s a world
where all is lost,
And only
music takes control,
And with a
rush of energy,
Gives power
to the tired body and soul.

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