A single note
Emanating through time.
A quick break; silence.
Then an explosion of sound.
A hard steady beat,
With techno pulse and life.
A voice enters, clear yet harsh.
An unknown tongue,
Speaking of desires I do not know.
With a punk heart, I listen on.
Letting myself be lost in the sound.
With a good beat comes dance.
Movement with tempo and life.
Stomping with the music,
Allowing it to lead me to the end.
Moving along with the song
As I breathe heavily and sweat runs down my back.
A violin enters, smooth yet strong.
Like a river, flowing with time.
Yells bring back the crushing beat.
A final push of impact.
One last rhythm, one last stomp,
Time is up.