[I've decided to move some of my poetry to my blog. This one was written after a Newsboys concert in 2008.]
It's not loud enough til it rattles my bones
Til my heartbeat is rob'd of a rhythm of its own
Til I turn toward the deluge of the thundering bass
And its force creates wind that pounds at my face
You can't call it noisy
you'd be more than just wrong
There's so much unnoticed to be felt in this song
The next thing that happens the crowd starts to dance
Rises to its feet in a unified stance
All with one voice
the bold and the timid
Cry outward in unison
not a quiet one in it
An exchange of energy
an electrical charge
Harmonious Cauca phony sounds an alarm
A rest or a pause
an imperceptible beat
Screams silence that's louder than the drums and their beat
And just for a moment they suspend the score
And my mind cannot fathom the final encore
It's not loud enough til it rattles my bones
It's not loud enough til the Sprit's at home!
(c) 2008
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