I can feel it-
the static reminds me of what's coming.
When it starts the vibrations buzz around
the air is teeming with excitement to hold the noise and pass it to
It slips into my fingertips
shaking them ever so slightly,
the joy of hearing- nay, feeling the music is here,
The sounds are here
I hear the Angels whisper through the speakers as
cellos, as violins, as an electric guitar,
as a human telling me their sorrows and their pain through a
shaking of their throat.
The Angels show me their glee through the
plucking of strings
and I know, that this is heaven.