| [the concert] swirling, twirling, spinning thoughts. I am lost in ambiguous rapture. The beat embraces my soul, elevating my spirit. I lose control. Up Down Up Down This undulating wave op people oscillate in sync with the song and the tempo and the tune. There is nothing but the stimuli of the enticing lyrics chanted by the people. And the melody of this Last Song is special. Enchanting in its own way, I scream, I jump, I sing. For just a split second I am immortal, lost in a moment that moves the soul. A moment that will never die. Everything stops: the bass, the loud guitars, the screaming. And nothing but his tantalizing voice remains� �and the noise starts up again, the blissful sound gradually reaching a crescendo. And I am filled with morose happiness as I listen attentively. I never want to leave, knowing that when I do it will all be over. And I go� I leave this perfect heaven, the divine joy quickly fading. But in the back of my subconscious mind the music still plays. --Emerald Eyes 05.31.01. This was written after I went to a Stabbing Westward concert. They just happen to be my favorite band. When you see your favorite band live on stage, you�re filled with this perfect rapture that�s too unbelievable to even put into words. ^_^ |