Vibrations

Eardrums beware

 

The need for

Beep-bop beats

Pounding rhythms

In the air,

The drums

Voicing zeal

In rapid

Bah-tap-daps

As guitars

Sing sweet,

Sour,

Loud and confused

Vibrations through my bones.

 

Eardrums beware.

 

The need for

Sing-song soliloquies

Of moments happened,

Moments to come,

Frustration

And sorrow,

Happiness and

Discontent:

Vibrations through my bones.

 

Eardrums beware.

 

Feel it,

Feel it in your bones

As they move you

Through and through.

Feel your chest fill

With the pleasure of sound

(Sound, sound)

Inside your very self:

Vibrations through my bones.

 

Eardrums beware.

 

Pulsing,

Moving

Within me.

Louder,

I cry,

Louder,

Don’t let it stop.

I need it,

I crave it,

Louder,

Louder still:

Vibrations through my bones.

 

Eardrums beware.

 

Music,

Music,

It’s the music I need,

What I need,

What I crave,

What I

Cannot

Live

Without:

Vibrations in my bones.

This poem is about: 
Me
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