Music's Beast

 

The electric guitar swung back,

Baying like a wolf at the moon.

The stage a forest of speakers,

Vines of wires covering the

Sticky wood floor.

The audience, watching, staring

In awe of this band of natural

Beasts, prowling only a few

Feet away. 

They were the outside world,

Intruders, gawking like wildlife

Experts, if only they knew how

Wrong they were.

The beasts smile back, shouting

Their growls, and snarls, bearing

Canines.

Hands reach out to pet their

Manes, to touch a scale,

For the rhythm of a pulse.

The beast grins

But not for long.