The press of an ivory key,
pounds a determined hammer,
upon taut strings.
His vocal cords vibrate,
starting at a low buzz,
growing more bold in their journey.
Thin sticks tap against cymbals in the chaos,
a splashing clash of metal.
While,
Pom poms thrum in the background,
against sitting drums,
inhaling impacts,
exhaling penetrating power.
All building towards an almighty crescendo of detonation...
Everything stops unexpectedly,
all the more potent in its immediate absence.
The ricochet releases into the cosmos,
catching me in a shock wave of sound.
A swell of emotion,
Aura alive.
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This poem is inspired by "The Sound of Silence," by "Disturbed."
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