It’s the people that get to you

They’re either thunder or silence

It’s infectious, their energy

Makes your heartbeats violent

Their rapture is music

Their highs are addictive

Mold their emotions with your hands and voice

Just try not to lose them

Your cadence is a syringe

Injecting tears into the atmosphere

The rhythm coalesces

Into rain on backs of people here

Your hands are dancing

Mirroring your voice

Up and down the scales

Somehow you turn saltwater into noise

That builds up and then explodes

Into bubbles of gas

Heating the last attack you spill

You know you’re going to be back

To back, sitting again

With yourself and a pen

Wondering what you have to say

That will make you relax

So you can breathe

And write words to make their stomachs turn

All over again

A melody to make their hearts burn

You breathe fire

You’re taking your time

You know the moment is dire

You’re about to run out of rhymes

And then it’s gone

The instruments fade into the crowd

You take a bow now

And thank them all for coming out

But you’ll see them

When you're at your desk with a pen

Wondering what you'll have to write

To feel it again