bathed in sound

.

.

they put together a band

and they perform

with sneering mouths

and crazed eyes.

anger

passion

frustration

I drink every lyric

in shock

The sounds of the guitars

wash over me in

waves

and

I want more.

All of it…I want all of it.

Is there more?

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dedicated with love to the musicians of the world