Is perhaps the most
Powerful current
Of emotion
Hearing it,
I am arrested.
Flooded with memories,
My soul is not thrashing
In their water
But rejoices in the
Drink.
My eyes slide shut
And my heart beats
In time with the guitar
Or the piano or the sax
I cannot stop the tears
But pray I shed them
Without drawing attention
Away from the miracle
Happening on stage.
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