Burdened with sound
The air becomes dark, like the depths of the ocean,
Slow waves moving overhead.
The audience sways gently to the moods of the music,
A tight packed shoal tugged at by currents
Stronger than muscle or mind.
This, perhaps, is a type of ecstasy,
Not religious, but purely physical,
Weighted down to time and space
Like the extreme emotions of love.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
19th. - 20th. April 2015.
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