Spirit of Concert Halls

Sucked towards stage, engulfed in company of thousands, all attracted like filaments to a magnet. Simultaneously tuned with one another unleashing a tribal roar we blend with amplified chord and bending notes.

Blasting beats pound and kick accompanying bass power throbbing towards my throat which trembles; swallowing buzzing vibrations, humming, alive, deep in the centre of my chest. Becoming part of a crescendo of dissonance, then a tempo evaporating to the familiar I taste lyrical licks, appetite stimulated, impulse to sing irresistable.

I am rapt, part of a simmering sea of silver silhouettes, illuminated faces, moving pictures.

What a Rush!