a landing, rebranding, they’re standing
amidst our own human universe,
so i’ll take them to a show!
bring the lights down low,
to shades that alienate a once dim-lit room
and after chatter, antsy pitter-patter, there silence, then it tatters, torn beautifully through tearing scenes of prancing feet and moving teeth and mortal humans in a hum.
this is not a movie, a still, this is the embodiment of
will-
you dance with me?
lose the stance, you tree
you descended, not for me
but for this moment, playing strings
pressing keys
you feel the kick as a new heartbeat
tell me other worldly, is it alarming?
does it make you want to run
or do you find this rather…charming?
have you ever heard such music
or are you used to electro waves and sound beeps - a person to your side may weep
and it may look like they are sad
but for some people that’s their “glad”
their “giving everything i had”
“sat in traffic for this band”
the encore ends. You understand?
About the Creator
Happy Hallmark, Baby!
In response to a challenge set by Vocal Assist. You can find it here should you wish to be involved! The crisp winter air bit at Talia's skin as she stepped off the bus. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her as she walked. The once-familiar streets of her hometown were now indistinct. As if trapped in a memory of a memory she could not remember. The grey, unobtrusive December sky did little to calm her rising anxiety. She had not returned in twenty years. And for good reason.
By Celia in Underland6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This is a wonderful poem - I've never liked concerts but this lovely poem made me want to go to one! Thanks for sharing!