Center Stage

Strings plucked...sounds of joy, sorror and pain emanating from the spirit within...
Unknown forces forcing me to play harder, pluck harder; creating melodies from another world...
Sounds depicting true emotions fill the room, move the spirit, touch the soul...And yet, I need more. More force, more melodies just...more...Vocals take over, speaking in sync with the chords...Putting voice to the silent words of the strings...
Painting visuals of the hearts desires...Creating rhythm on top of rhythm...And yet, I need more...Words continue from the mouth, sounds from the fingers...feelings amplified as the night goes on...



Vocals cease...And the chords are alone, crying out for an ear, for somewhere to rest, someone to listen...More strumming, more plucking, more picking...
Tears of confusion, bliss, and more pain are released as the night moves ahead...Melodies intensify as the spirit moves within...Releasing a ball of energy filled with spiritual awakening...Wordlessly communicating to the people the magnitude of its power and who controls it...Forces float around the room, holding all in attendance captive...Eyes wide with uncertainty, hearts hammering, nerves frayed until the last chord of the final melody in this spiritual symphony is played...Breathe...


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