Metal Rapture
Joy is –
Bathing my battered body in neon light
Immersing myself in a buzz of chatter, mirth
Scenting the sharp tang of alcohol on smoke-drenched air
Joy is –
Nursing a bottle in protective hands
Imbibing myself into a dreamy stupor
Whilst all around me the world sways,
Seethes in a mass of colour and sound
Joy is –
Hearing the thump of the drums
Slamming inside my ribs, as if it were my own heart beating
And then; being borne up on a wave of guitar
My body suddenly light as a feather, tossed upon each shrieking chord
Joy is –
Feeling that rise of power inside my ribs
As if I have absorbed the rage of the instruments themselves
I feel it thrum inside me, a barely bridled beast
I tilt back my head and laugh
Joy is –
This feeling…as if I could explode at any moment,
It is delicious
The music is a part of me
It sings in my blood, in my heart, my soul
The music is my joy – it is me
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