The tapping of her foot
With soothed eyelids
Swaying back and forth
Followed by the sound
of sweet hollering
matching each and every
banging of the drum
She dashes across the stage
Envying each pulsing beat

While the audience small claps clashes
to the smooth chords of the guitar
The audience ooh”s
But they’re no match for her resulting sound
Sounds rambled together
Screams collide into one

Making the fans sway
Like children rocking to lullabies away
And when it’s all good and done
She hides away knowing she owned the stage