Concert

The music starts,
soft guitar chords flying in silence.
Pound the drums!
Scream the bass!

Play on, replies the crowd,

jumping in time.
A pound on the back,
I turn wide eyes to find
a seething throng around me.

Mosh pit.
Holy shit.

I join in,
jumping and slamming for all I’m worth,
screaming the words,
one with the crowd,
we press the stage,
bouncing in absolute
jubilation and adrenaline.

One mind in the group
as the lead singer entrances his
already captive fans.

Eyes wide,
we still rock out,
head banging,
crowd surfing,
falling,
pull ‘em up.

Still screaming the words,
absolute rush.

One mind
as the music

stops,

final chord fading into
ringing ears and
heaving chests.

Screams of delight.
Ecstasy.