The music,
Roaring through the small headphones,
Drowning out any chance of disruption.
The beat of the drum,
One, two, three, four...
One, two, three, four...
The harmonizing partners,
Sing the same song,
But in different parts,
All blending together delicately.
One wrong note,
It's all over.
Keep on the rhythm,
Keep on the beat.
Then close your eyes.
The roar becomes a buzz,
Distant and soft.
The uncomfort of headphones,
Gone.
Everything so pleasant,
Yet so un.
But that's music.
Soft and delicate,
The next minute,
Blaring and blasting.
