An unlikely environment by all initial appearences,
a warehouse club,
where hundreds of sweaty bodies
would cram together and dance.

I would close my eyes

and feel every note,
nuance,
and beat
gracefully guide my hands
into the air and set my soul free.

Slowly that spiritual place would finally reached;
the place where I was engrossed,
and free of every concern,
stress and conflict.

The room would clear from my closed eyes,
the hundreds of others were gone,
it was just me,
alone in the room
in an aural caress
by everything beautiful
I had ever envisioned music to be.

No physical pain,
no fatigue,
just tears falling on my cheeks,
as close to spiritual freedom
as I had ever been.