No guitar pedals,
no smoke machines,
no walls of amps,
no frenetic screams,
only fiddle tuning
mysteriously flows-
here music's ruling
over audience rows.
No tedious rehearsals
of vocals instead,
no gibber bothers
under loud drum set,
only deep emerging
into the music sounds,
like a smile of virgin
making wider bounds.
No dancers aping
at enormous stage,
no curtains japing
players to assuage,
only flying betan
in conductor's hands,
falling me in trans,
losing all my sense.
29.11.2018г.
Losing all my sense
© Copyright: Серж Северодвинский, 2018
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