The Ecstasy

Ecstasy comes in many forms I'm sure you know that's true Religious, sexual, spiritual and more But to me I've found one so strong All others would make me blue I'm a musician, and only musicians can understand, Thr rush, the high, the ecstasy Of playing in a band Sometimes, it's rare, I admit When improvisation is set on high Everything clicks, it "smokes" with passion No one knows just why Goosebumps ripple on my skin My organ soars to heights This wonderful keyboard ecstasy Makes me play beyond all rights I'm on automatic, My eyes closed In rapture My tape I trust will capture Me playing beyond my means I don't know how it happens It's weirder than it seems I suspect that it's not me But some spirit from somewhere Whether or not this is true My bandmates don't really care All they know was the outburst of notes Which greatly compliments me I have no explanation How this could come to be I suspect a higher spirit Maybe Bach or someone else Replaced me for a moment So my brain could take a rest I think it is awesome That two worlds can intersect I do not complain about it I just sit back and reflect Their's more than meets the eye In this world so mysterious And if it's gona happen... I'm just glad that it is us.