Facing the Music
Who more prepared,
To face the music?
A musician? Right?
Nnnooooooo.....
Musicians are arty,
Vaporous to everyone else's
reality...
Ask a musician the highest high...
He can't quite say just why....
It's not love,
Not sex, not fame,
Not money, not wisdom...
It's that magic moment...
When it all clicks....
You're improvising...
In tune with your mates...
In some mystical way....
You speak to each other
In sounds, in feelings...
And that unexplainable,
indescribable, exquisite,
ecstatic shift into a whole
other reality that seemingly
only another musician
understands....
There are no descriptive
terms...
You may get goosebumps,
You may feel put on
auto-pilot...
You needn't think at all...
The musical journey
to the music of the spheres
Conducts itself...
You have entered another
realm of reality...
To taste nirvana...
A drug you will
there after always crave...
You are a part of creation...
You have peaked in emotion...
You are forever changed.
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