Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.

A Slave to the Music

Feel the drums

Drop the bass

Do not tell me that

This is all fake.

Sing the vocals

Scream and shout

Do what you can to

Let it all out.

A slave to the music

I have become.

Drowning in the melody

Of the proclaiming phenom.

The shreds of guitar

The electric synth.

Do not deny it

This is no myth.

That soft little growl

It makes me grin.

However this is not something

I would classify as sin.

A slave to the music

I have become.

Burning in the chorus

Of the passionate phenom.

Pay heed to the bridge

And the endless choirs.

The end of this song is due

But let's hope it is not the end of it's sire.

Because as a slave to the music,

I only hear one thing:

That small pause of silence

That the space between two songs will bring.

And a slave to the music

Is what I have become.

Rising up with this anthem

Of the revolutionary phenom.