The guitar. Rubbing the gentle polish
On Every smooth contour.
On the lap. Knowing every curve
As the light shines from it.
On stage a planned metamorphosis
Takes places as the hours go by and the
Space is transformed to a concert hall.
The energetic nemesis has struck.
The risers are transformed into a stage
And black boxes turned into powerful
Pieces of sound equipment.
The spring is taut.
Backstage while pandemonium
Sweeps the hall and people
Crowd the arena as ants flow to a cake.
The stage is set, the
Instruments tuned and placed.
The musicians work out last minute
Kinks as the lights dim.
An intense force hits the spectators.
Energy is released in every form.
A power rage beyond comprehension.
On Every smooth contour.
On the lap. Knowing every curve
As the light shines from it.
On stage a planned metamorphosis
Takes places as the hours go by and the
Space is transformed to a concert hall.
The energetic nemesis has struck.
The risers are transformed into a stage
And black boxes turned into powerful
Pieces of sound equipment.
The spring is taut.
Backstage while pandemonium
Sweeps the hall and people
Crowd the arena as ants flow to a cake.
The stage is set, the
Instruments tuned and placed.
The musicians work out last minute
Kinks as the lights dim.
An intense force hits the spectators.
Energy is released in every form.
A power rage beyond comprehension.
( David Morrell )
[ Fireflies ]
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