The Voice

As I walk slowly in the door.
I hear that mind-blowing voice,
That always rocks me to the core.

It gives me chills down my spine.
Locked in a hypnotic trance,
This voice is oh, so divine.

The flashing lights give off a mystical glow.
The thrashing guitar accompanies it now,
Making the energy increase and grow.

I look at your completely amazing face.
The voice never faltering, never failing.
My heart rate begins to pick up pace.

As I walk slowly in the door.
I hear that mind-blowing voice,
That always rocks me to the core.

Energy floods the whole place
I feel so alive, so entirely great
I can't stop staring at your face

As I walk up closer to the stage,
I feel the vibration all around.
I no longer feel bound in a cage.

I feel freedom and energy all around.
People dancing and cheering in here.
But to me your voice, the only sound.

As I walk slowly in the door.
I hear that mind-blowing voice,
That always rocks me to the core.

Author's Note

I wrote this after going to see a local band. I hope you like this one.

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

You know what? I know where you're coming from with this. Excellent write.

[Subjective Sanity]

I like it. I hope the musician does too. : )

[Frantzuu]

Great piece I like it.

[Bette]

i like this, there is nothing better than being drawn into the music! i use to live in the clubs when i was married (he was in a band) i miss it so much sometimes. but i don't miss the things that went on back stage.lol! love it.

[The Analog Kid]

Nice repeating stanza, just like a riff in a song! The three line stanza work well here. Live music is a spiritual experience also for the audience. You captured that beautifully here. We played in a small area last night, so people were dancing right in front of me. My microphone stand got whacked a few times by someone that was shaking their money maker...LOL! That's what it is all about!!!