Perfect Moment

the music bounces writhes and forces its way around our hands inseperable by forces keeping us true freinds are around but we ignore them though i can see their reflection in the rain spattered window the rythm of the rain mixes with our song it wraps its way down through the flames that cover the stairs and into the minds of the drunken musicians the drummer beats the clouds and thunder overwhelms us everything shakes rocking our worlds to the beat of a classic song a classic song crawling its way up charred wooden stairs as though its hand had lost the rail we wave slowly back and forth not unlike a cold winter beach our eyes close and we dissapear into the beautifully vivid blackness