sighted in on the strings
muscles building up to a scream
the tension that built up all week
is about to be released
if my blood could boil
at room temperature
red steam would burst from pores
heated by the feeling of this chord
the pain sears out of my hands like a geyser
the sound becomes physical
sends my body into seizure
my fingers respond to the unconscious
frustration dies away in waves
catharsis
but my figure still writhes
caught in emotion that only the song provides
and if the passion of this since the first age
were condensed into a single note
whole armies of stars would go down in flames

Est.3/22/99