Friction of bodies all bumping in tandem beat.
Aching dissonance sounds wrong to untrained ears;
Light hearts skip in that last tense instant where all things
With desperate pleas for resolution…
the agony of heartbroken wails,
a singer’s soul spilling from split lips in a
of sound and sweet chords that pull tension tight.
An ache that develops at the scream of a minor seventh,
ugly, harsh howls that leave you spent,
louder even than the last fading chords.
The last rays of the sun,
night bleeding to day,
sound bleeding to silence,
and the final release.