Can’t hear the person next to you even though they are shouting into your ear
Loud doesn’t start to describe the thump of the speakers
Under that audio assault, your body has no choice but to move to the beat
Becoming yet another cog in the music box machine
Quitting the task had never crossed his mind
Unless you counted when he woke up, most of the time during the day, and just before sleeping
Every moment he thought about stopping he somehow found the will to finish it
So when that music in his head announced he was finally done, he let out a sigh of relief
That was short-lived since he realized all he had been doing was just a side…
Suns spun in their gravitational dance around the galaxy
Planets pulled around and around each of those hot balls of nuclear fire
How amazing it was that the cosmic dance continued since time eternal
Every clear night she looked up at the dancers above
Reveling in the opportunity to study the performance
Embracing the challenge of cyphering out the music
She loved astrophysics
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
The fish swarmed the small net.
Until that moment, Charlie was not that popular of a fish
Now they were Charlie’s army. They swarmed in and swam with all their might
And the net snapped, allowing all of them to carry off Charlie as the music swelled
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
Conducting the music of her life
Olivia is quite the maestro
Never missing an up beat
Crescendoing past anything life threw at her
Everything is so legato under her masterful baton
Retarding to a stately pace when it was time to rest
The angels give her a standing ovation in her dreams
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Cool façade in place, she entered the bar
Raucous music assaulted her ears, but her eyes never waivered
Ahead was the bar, and he was at the end of it
Cozying up behind him, she inhaled his musk one last time before she struck
Killing him might have been extreme, but he deserved it
Everyone screamed, but they were drowned out by the music
Downing her pill, she joined him for eternity
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Perhaps it was time to just quit
Amber decided that didn’t feel right
Unless she really wanted to give up, and that wasn’t her
So she put the saxophone away and folded up her music stand
Eleven minutes of practice still counted for something. There was always tomorrow
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Twist-tied together
As they prowl the floor
Never moving out of step
Grinding the music underfoot
Order transformed into artistic expression
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