It was a cozy orange lit room
The artists sat next to the lamp
A picture of shadows
Dancing on the walls
This was the room of artists
A psychedelic tune
On loop rang through the room
Reverberating in the space
That glowing voice
Building in your head
The hand drum, resounding
With every thud, in your heart.
The singers wailed their lament
In soulful, doleful melodies
An orchestra of harmonies and echoes
And the music brings everyone, to one place
The same heaven, happily.
A crescendo of sounds
Crashing everywhere around them
Filling the spaces and places.
A lone man takes his moment
To enthrall, captivate, amaze his audience.
Lots of bated breaths
As they listened to the sound
Of their hearts melting.
Will we see today how music
United the whole world?
For a few precious moments
All hearts beat in sync
All thoughts echoed the other
For a few precious moments.
And then the symphony was ended
The hearts and minds became bitter
Everybody realised they were naked
They realised that without the music
They were bare, skeletal, empty, void
And they returned to their sorry lives
Miserable and wretched