It
hits
Fast
and overflowing
The
vibrations
Continuous
and intent
Intent
on making me feel…
Feel
more than the rhythmic temperamental burst
Invading
more than my sense of hearing
More
than just the harmonic combination
Of
instruments and melody
Plastered
with vocals
Smeared
over each note
Tied
to every chord
The
underlining refusal to be categorized
To
be quelled or silenced
It
needs to be heard
Yearns
to be released
Nomadic
in its expression
The
intensity in its keys
Longs
to be free.
The
euphoria stimulates the union of senses
I
hear it…
I see it…
I
taste it…
Olsfred James 2015©
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