Sacrament of Sound

I am actually in love with this poem because I'm in love with music. It's about how musicians are like another species and how they live for their fans as much as the fans live for them

They are another species to us,

gods, virtuosos of expression,

beautiful people

who exist in another universe,

briefly touching ours

like a hand trailing the water’s surface.

They vibrate on a different frequency

we know only as music;

without realising entirely what they do,

we become possessed by the sound

of their souls

and pay for it distilled in plastic.

A frozen moment for the fans

ripped out of a magazine

puts the eyes of the god forever on us,

gives a body to the voice,

showing unique windows to the magic.

They scream and croon their hearts out

for the strangers that they love,

play snare and string and key

to entwine the separate worlds,

and kneel stage side as if to pray

to a god of their own

in a sacrament of sound.

Reviews

[Emmy Rald]

LuNaR-C, you're totally right. Such great musicians are really beautiful people who exist in another universe.