A race of shadows

On large neon screens

Mesmerising my eyes

Filling up my senses

Defying all logic in my brain

My head is doing cartwheels

Dangerous movements

Thinking on edge

Encourage the heart attacks

Enabling near-certain death

Oh! If only mortality was no issue!

So chills run up my nape

Setting my skin on fire

A brilliant cold fire

My fingertips turning to ice

And a blur of two colours

Ebony and ivory dramatically contrasted

Swirling before me, after me

Over and under me, all around me.

As the strings were pulled

I lost myself in an ethereal universe

With magic guitars

And flying angels.